"Isabella Aria De Luca!" An old woman in a shapeless black dress and thick black stockings stood in the doorway. Her oversized head with its gray helmet-like hair bobbed on her wrinkly, skinny body, and her stare could frighten children.
I pressed back into the couch cushions. Sure, I wasn't a child, but I'd filled my quota on dangerous witch encounters for today, so why push my luck and call attention to myself?
Isabella eeped. "Nonna."
Antonia's eyes narrowed in on Drio. "And you."
Before Drio had managed to rise fully off the sofa, let alone run out of the danger zone, which despite Kenny Loggins's enthusiasm was not a good place to be, Antonia had flash-frozen Drio inside a block of ice.
So much for Ro's claim that old ladies liked Drio.
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