ZANDER NARROWED HIS EYES. I didn't trust her either. The twins' mother might appear small and harmless, but she was cranky and mean. And now she was popping out of thin air like a ghost. From the smile on her face, she'd enjoyed our reaction, too.
"That's a good question," said Zander, choosing not to comment on her sudden appearance. "It's something I'm trying to find out."
She nodded, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "I'm surprised your mother didn't look at your marks."
I frowned at her, thinking that she'd probably been hoping to sneak a peek at them herself. "That's really nobody's business but our own."
"You're right, of course," she said, smiling slyly. "But you're wrong about them being a 'supernatural hickey.'" She smirked at me, reminding me that she'd overheard my conversation with Ruthie in the driveway. I felt my face heat up.
"Supernatural hickey, huh?" Zander said in my mind.
"That was all Ruthie," I replied, and he chuckled.