The Sisters Grimm: The Fairy-Tale Detectives

The Sisters Grimm: The Fairy-Tale Detectives — page 3
My name is Sabrina Sabrina sighed Whatever The orphanage would not just release you into anyone’s custody said Ms Smirt Oh really How about Ms Langdon who swore her toilet was haunted said Sabrina Everyone has their quirks Or Mr Dennison who made us sleep in his truck Daphne chimed in Some people love the great outdoors Mr and Mrs Johnson handcuffed us to a radiator Sabrina cried Ms Smirt rolled her eyes You act like it was the end of the world Imagine how hard this has been on me I was mortified when I heard what you said to the Keatons They locked us in their house for two weeks so they could go on a cruise to Bora Bora Sabrina said I think it was the Bahamas Daphne said It was Bermuda and they brought you both back some lovely T-shirts said Ms Smirt Anyway it’s all water under the bridge now We found a real relative who is actually eager to take you into her home and not a moment too soon To be honest we have run out of families looking for rude little girls Even if she were an imposter I would hand you over to her With that Ms Smirt put her nose back into her book Sabrina looked at the title It was called How to Get the Love You Want The conductor’s voice rang out from the speakers on the ceiling He announced that Ferryport Landing was the next and last stop What’s an imposter Daphne asked It’s a person who pretends to be someone she’s not Sabrina said Do you think there’s any chance she’s really our grandmother Not a chance Sabrina whispered into her sister’s ear Dad told me she died before we were even born No she’s some crackpot but don’t worry we’ll be gone before the crazy old bat knows what’s happened The train slowed as it pulled into the station and passengers got up from their seats They took down their bags from the luggage racks above and tossed half-read newspapers onto the coffee-stained floor before heading toward the doors Ladies let’s go Ms Smirt ordered Sabrina didn’t want to meet this imposter but she knew better than to argue with the old crone Smirt had a reputation as a pincher and she’d left more than a few nasty purple bruises on back-talking orphans So Sabrina did as she was told and dragged Daphne’s and her tiny suitcases down from the rack then followed Ms Smirt and her sister off the train