When She Was Bad
A Thriller
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"Are you sure you're going to be all right now?"
"I'll be fine, Grandma."
"I hate to go off and leave you."
Lily rolls her eyes. "Grandma, I'm seventeen years old, I can take care of myself for two days."
"Of course you can, dear. It's just..." No need to complete the sentence -- they both know how it ends.
"Dody, she'll be fine," chimes in Lily's grandfather. "Now can we please get this show on the road -- I want to be off the highway before dark." His night vision isn't what it used to be -- but then, as he's fond of saying, what is?
In the circular driveway at the bottom of the wide marble steps waits a gleaming black Mercedes SUV loaded with enough provisions to have seen Napoleon's army safely home from Moscow. Dark-haired, dark-eyed Lily hugs her roly-poly grandmother, who smells like stale baby powder. When her grandfather stoops to give Lily a peck on the cheek, the overpowering scent of his aftershave brings tears to her eyes -- apparently his sense of smell ain't what it used to be, either.
Lily waves from the top of the steps until t ... read full excerpt from When She Was Bad: A Thriller ebook
