“What?” our mom’s eyes widen at our dad like the witch hunt was erected in her absence. And I guess it kinda was, but not by him. “There are no hunts of people. This isn’t The Hunger Games.” “Thank you, Lily,” Farrow says. “But it could be,” Kinney notes. “Oh my God,” Farrow mutters and then looks at Moffy like, your sister, man.
