Chapter 17

Uno would look at me from time to time while we were eating breakfast. I ignored her for the most part, remembering how she teased me about eating like a horse on our very first meeting after mom's funeral. There were many things I wished to ask her. If I were to play my game, I could say that so far, she'd make the habit of either deflecting my questions, or resorting to irrational answers. Neither would get me what I wanted. "Have you checked the other rooms?" she asked after taking her last...