Helen McWrath spurs bad luck
wherever she goes, and she travels
far. In this strange tale about luck,
psychology, road trips and friendship, eleven year-old Liz
Badlock’s necessary objective soon becomes clear…to
escape from McWrath Mansion.
From McWrath Mansion...
Not a mean old lady, my foot! I grabbed her arm
and, using my feet against her car for leverage, tried to pry her
skinny fingers out of my hair. Unfortunately, her grip was like steel,
and she was hard to shake. Angry and scared, I did the only thing I
could think of and screamed like a teen slasher chick about to meet her
untimely doom. If I was going to die, every one of my neighbors was
going to know about it first, and justice would be served.
Annoyed at my high-pitched screams, she slammed my
head, face-first, against the door of her car. My nose started to bleed
(it wasn’t broken, but it hurt like an anvil to the face), and tears
leaked through my lashes before I could stop them.
Convinced that this was the beginning of my violent
end, I continued screeching for help.
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