“Well, that man’s grandmother bit off her ear,” Loretta said, cocking her head to one side. “What do you mean? Did something else happen?” Patricia wanted to slink away, but Kitty gripped her wrist. “It was his great-aunt,” Kitty said. “And she just took a nibble.” Loretta cocked her head and said, “Do you need a good plastic surgeon? I can get you a name. You look lopsided.
