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MOM CHUCKLED WHILE staring at her in disbelief. “What?”
Abigail pointed toward her neck. “You’ve got the mark. If you don’t get out of town while you still can, you’ll be a threat to your children and everyone you love.”
All of us watched her in stunned silence as she slammed the door and drove away, kicking up dust in her wake.
“Now that was really weird,” I said.
“What a fruitcake.” Mom turned around and headed back into the house. “Certifiable nutcase.”
We followed her inside.
“She looked so normal. It just goes to show that crazy comes in many different forms,” said Nathan. “It’s a shame, too, because she makes a killer pie.”
“We probably shouldn’t eat it,” Mom replied. “Who knows what she put inside of the pie.”
I snorted. “Too late. Nathan already had a slice.”
She looke
