Chapter 1 cemetery Gates I have another odd job for you Ella says Great Aunt Raven She lifts the teacup to her thin lips and sips the hot tea
I lick a bit of dry toast from my fingers fold my napkin and set it on the breakfast table The grandfather clock ticktocks in the corner
What is it I ask I know she won't tell me Great Aunt Raven's odd jobs are always a mystery She looks at her pocket watch and twists the gold chain around her bony fingers Fetch your coat she says It is time to go
