Chapter 13 THE LIBRARY BOOK ON CURSED FAMILIARS

We ate on the floor, in front of the black hearth, sharing one bowl because we only have one good bowl and one sardine lid and we wanted the good bowl together.

"House rule," I said, mouth full of plum, trying to be brave. "When we are scared, we eat together. No hiding behind hearth."

"House rule...

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