Bad Moon On The Rise
That seemed to raise some red flags as far as Leila was concerned
At the sound of Mrs. Morten’s footsteps echoing back across the linoleum kitchen, both girls scrambled to take a seat on the couch before they were caught snooping. Zen remembered to be the picture of modesty by crossing her legs at the ankle as their host came into the living room carrying a tray with iced tea, lemonade, and what appeared to be Fig Newtons. Leila remembered those nasty cookies from her childhood, the only ones her grandmother would keep in her house, and the only dessert she would serve her granddaughters. That was the only thing Leila and Lily had ever agreed on, as both girls found the cookies gross and fed
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