Chapter 5
AT BREAKFAST, AUNTIE Anna asked how I slept. I told her I fell asleep just fine, but that dog kept me up.
My uncle asked what dog I was talking about.
“The one that wouldn't stop howling,” I told him. “Didn't you hear it?”
My aunt and uncle shrugged their shoulders.
“You must be sound sleepers,” I said.
Pointing to my uncle, my aunt said, “Clem's up and down five times in the night. Aging waterworks.”
Uncle Clem's cheeks glowed red. “I didn't hear any dog, though.”
Just me, then. How strange.
After Uncle Clem had left the kitchen to get dressed, I said to my aunt, “There's something I need to ask you about.” I wasn't going to tell her about the demons—I didn't want to scare her—so I put it this way: “When Gran was... dying... she mentioned something about a debt, a
