The next morning while I ate my breakfast, there was a knock at the front door. My mother and Aunt Verna exchanged concerning looks as the atmosphere choked on the chilly breeze.
“I'll get it." Aunt Verna volunteered as she uneasily stood from the table and walked towards the entrance. Before she opened the door, she fluffed her hair and adjusted her pin-up dress. My mother and I watched from the kitchen as my mother fought to control her breath.
“Good morning! My name is Vivian Lockhart but please, call me Vivi! I am the assistant to the Fellowship, and I am here on council business!" a peppy woman proclaimed as she burst past my aunt.
She had perfectly straight lime green hair that swayed like daggers on ropes. She had on lime green gloves that matched her lime green button up blou
