TWENTY-TWO
TWENTY-TWO Eating breakfast hadn’t even occurred to Poppy until Grammie offered to have brunch sent to the tables by the grove. When they were really little, the Granger Girls would spend hours in the grove, looking for fairies and woodland sprites. One year, Grammie spent a fortune having the forest setup with different colored lights and audio effects to really immerse the girls in their fantasy. It was nice that such a happy memory accompanied Poppy as she went outside. The warmth of it faded some when she saw her sisters’ expressions. Primrose was sort of solemn while Violet was much more stern. Before she even reached them, Primrose was backing away, gesturing for her to hurry up. “Come on,” she hissed, grabbing for Violet’s hand to pull her along. “What’s going on?” Poppy asked,
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