Ask for Andrea (Ask for Andrea, #1)

by Noelle W. Ihli

It made it worse, somehow. That he could be the tickle monster and the monster waiting with an extension cord in my side yard at the same time.

“I don’t have any memories of Ima, though. She died before I was born. And I really only met Uncle Ben once, right after I was born.” Grandma Rosie nodded. “That doesn’t matter anymore, Bubbelah. We couldn’t see so many of the threads that tied us together while we were alive. Those threads are visible now.” She paused, then added, “If you know the way.”

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There were foxes, and there were hounds. And then there were the animals who didn’t fit into the natural order of things at all. Who meant the hurt they caused every time.