Summer of Salt

by Katrina Leno

She had a habit of doing that, wandering in and out of rooms and conversations like she’d never quite grasped the concept of saying hello and good-bye.

“I didn’t mean creepy in a bad way,” Prue insisted. “I just meant . . . it’s like a storybook. Sort of dark, sort of cute, a little too perfect.

“It’s not easy reading minds. Complicated recipe. Takes too much energy. And besides that, people don’t always think the truth.”