Contents ( 37)
- Cockatiels at Seven
- Acknowledgments
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Swan for the Money
“Meg,” Dad said, “I’m leaving this in your hands.”
He gestured to my grandfather, who ceremoniously handed me the empty doe urine bottle.
“Yuck,” I said, dropping the thing on the table. I wasn’t normally squeamish, but my stomach rose at the thought of the little bottle’s former contents. “What in the world do you expect me to do with it?”
“Find out who used it on Matilda,” Dad said. “And help me figure out how to stop it. I’m counting on you!”