“SORRY ABOUT THIS,” said Mallory, the staff member with the frizzy orange hair and the neat black skirt suit. She led them down the labyrinthine hallway and unlocked Eugenia’s grandmother’s door. “We’ve had thefts reported recently, so we’ve had to tighten up security measures.”
“It’s okay,” Eugenia said. “I understand.”
The girl was dressed in green leggings, high-top sneakers, and some kind of strange yellow jumper which flared at the base. Her outfit gave the distinct impression of a small child playing the role of a daffodil in a school play.
When the staff woman, Mallory, opened the door, Luella held her breath. She half expected to see Grandma Rankin lying fully clothed on the bed, eyes wide and spotted, mouth open like a fish.
Of course, the old woman was no longer there.
