“You gotta understand my grandma, Cara. First, she's an old lady. Second, she's a story-teller—you know, she makes up stories to entertain all of us. Third, she wouldn't want her stories to be the blame for the witch.”
“Now, I'm confused.” Cara stopped walking and stumped her toe on the pavement. “How could your grandma's stories be the blame for a witch?”
Lona sighed. “Cause my parents think I listen to too many ghost stories and let my imagination run away with me.”