But he turned and snatched the pen back up. “Dearest neighbours,” he read aloud as the pen soared over the paper in beautiful, elegant strokes. “I’ll have you know that my granddaughter is a deadly, powerful, menacing—” Thelma’s deep laugh roared through the kitchen. Cress smacked the pen down on the table. “Do you insist on letting your neighbours harass you, then? I am excellent at writing letters, Thelma. Allow me to take care of this for you.” But Thelma’s laughter didn’t cease, and he bristled. “Just call me Grandma Lewis,” she said when she finally collected herself. “And only write what
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