“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Steele.” “Mrs. Steele,” Grandma echoes, slapping my arm and returning Anna’s smile. “You have better manners than Brody.” “That’s hurtful,” I mutter. “It wouldn’t be if it weren’t true,” she sings. Anna’s smirk is just as nerve grating as I knew it would be. “I don’t want to say I agree with you, but you might be onto something.”
