Mrs. Artemis stared at Penny with her darker brown eyes that had specs of green in them. The air should have stifled Penny by now, making her feel thirsty enough for her to reach for the drink that was placed on the table but the girl sat there on the chair, her own hands placed on the lap as she stared back at her.
"Why did you say my mother wants to kill me?" Penny asked, wanting to know what else the woman knew about. To think that Penny and this lady sitting at the table were related to each other, she didn't know how to digest that most of the people she were related to were crazy.
Maybe it was a witch thing, thought Penny to herself. But then she had turned out to be normal like her aunt. Maybe it affected only some people while sparing the others to balance the kind of people that were part of the family.
"Why? I thought she already told you about it," Mrs. Artemis was vague with her words not giving away anything directly.
