“I’ve sent your friends to the attic,” Grandmother said. “You can join them when we’re done.” “The attic?” Frank turned. “You told me I could never go in there.” “That’s because we keep weapons in the attic, silly boy. Do you think this is the first time monsters have attacked our family?” “Weapons,” Frank grumbled. “Right. I’ve never handled weapons before.” Grandmother’s nostrils flared. “Was that sarcasm, Fai Zhang?” “Yes, Grandmother.” “Good. There may be hope for you yet. Now, sit. You must eat.”
