Chapter Thirteen
Sandy snapped the case shut on her cell phone and paced back and forth in her living room for several more seconds before she stopped and drew in a deep, calming breath.
“I’m just having a mental meltdown, that’s all. I have inhaled too much paint over the last year, maybe bumped my head once too often, something! I do not have alien children of the corn sitting on my front porch,” Sandy muttered under her breath.
“What’s corn?” Amber asked.
“Is it food? If it’s food, I wants some. I’m starrrrving!” Jade drew out dramatically.
“I’m hungry, too,” Alice said with a sigh.
“The boys are probablys eating it all,” Spring replied in disgust.
“I’m hungry, too,” Phoenix admitted.
Sandy slowly turned. The girls must have come in while she’d been on the phone. Sympathy tugged
