“Aunt Eleanor!” the girl called, kicking at the bottom of the door since her hands were full. “Aunt Eleanor, you locked me out again!” She waited a moment. “I found that tea you like in the back of the pantry. I told you no one else had been drinking it.” Cece spotted Ethan and Maggie and lowered her voice. “Probably because it smells like the back end of an old donkey.” She turned to the door again. “Aunt Eleanor?”
