Nancy's mouth twitched. 'They're really treating me like a psychic.' She had no idea what her baby cousin would look like. The book she'd read never mentioned his appearance, only that the poor boy was a "freak" with a tail. There was no description of his face.
She widened her eyes and looked at Raina with perfect innocence. 'When in doubt, play dumb.' It was the best strategy Nancy could come up with. After all, she was only six years old. It was perfectly normal for her not to know things.
Raina chuckled at her granddaughter's innocent gaze and gently tapped her on the head.
Phoebe Huxley took her daughter back, saying, "The gods only give instructions for important matters. Pregnancies like Phoebe's and Second Sister-in-law's are life-or-death situations, so the gods sent Nancy a dream. As for what the baby will look like, the gods couldn't be bothered. He'll either look like Second Brother or Second Sister-in-law. We'll know when he's born, won't we?"
