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A. If A was behind this, then at least Isaac’s mom would be a victim of A’s manipulative wrath instead of
simply being a passive-aggressive ogre.
As Mrs. Colbert let out a peal of laughter in the other room, Emily looked around the kitchen. Isaac’s
mom
collected cow stuff in the same way Emily’s mom collected chickens. They had the exact same
refrigerator
magnets of a thatched-roof French cottage, a tall-steepled church, and a boulangerie. Mrs. Colbert was
a
regular mom with a regular kitchen, just like Mrs. Fields. Maybe Emily was overreacting.
Emily gathered the washed forks, spoons, and knives and dried them on a dish towel, wondering where
the
silverware drawer was. She tried the one nearest the sink. A double-A battery rolled to the front. There
were
scissors, scattered paper clips, a cow-print oven mitt, and a bunch of takeout menus held together by a
purple
rubber band. Emily started to close it, but a picture shoved to the back of the drawer caught her eye.
She slid it forward. Isaac was standing in the family’s front foyer, wearing the slightly oversize suit that
belonged
to his father. He had his arm around Emily, who was wearing a pink satin dress she’d swiped from
Carolyn’s closet. This had been taken the week before when they were on their way to the Rosewood
Day
benefit. Mrs. Colbert had flitted around them, her cheeks pink, her eyes shining. “You two look so cute!”
she’d crowed. She’d adjusted Emily’s corsage, reknotted Isaac’s tie, and then offered both of them
freshbaked
chocolate chip cookies.
The photo told that happy story…except for one thing. Emily no longer had a head. It had been cut out
of
the picture entirely, the scissors cleanly removing every last strand of her hair.
Emily shut the drawer fast. She ran her fingers over her neck, then up her jaw, then around her ears,