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explained.
    “Us?” Sabrina cried.
    “Yes, and we have to hurry,” Goldi begged. “We need your help with Jake.”
    “You know where he is?” Henry asked. “The magic mirrors couldn’t find him.”
    “He’s with us,” Goldi said, “back at our camp. It has a diversion spell around it. That’s probably why they couldn’t locate him. But Hank—he’s not himself.”
    “He did just lose Briar,” Henry said. “He went through something like this when our father was killed.”
    “It’s more than grief,” Goldi said.
    “He’s losing his mind, Henry,” Beauty said bluntly.
    Everyone turned to look at her.
    “Sorry, but you need to know what to expect,” Beauty said. “He’s talking to himself. The things he says—it’s very troubling stuff.”
    “Like what?” Henry asked. “What’s he talking about?”
    Goldi looked pained, as if what she was going to say would injure herself and everyone around her.
    “What is it?” Sabrina asked.
    “He’s talking about murder.”

ctober 14 (part 2)
    Thought I better update the journal while I’m back in the Hall of Wonders. Dad and Beauty are locking Grendel up in his old room. It’s scary to think the Hall used to house hundreds of monsters like him and that they are all running around town now doing who knows what. Dad tried to put a happy face on it by reminding us that now that we have Grendel we have one less freak to worry about. I reminded him that now we were sleeping next door to said freak. He told me to zip it
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    I should be grateful that’s all he said because he’s pretty angry at me and my sister. Note to self: don’t get Mom and Dad angry . . . ever. I forgot how they are when they are steamed, and I think I’d rather face Grendel again. The last time I saw them this steamed was when Daphne invited a homeless man to come live with us. She hid him in our closet for six hours before the housecleaner found him
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    Both of them say we aren’t allowed out of their sight, and they swore if we ever pulled a stunt like that again . . . well, I probably shouldn’t write it down in this journal. I’m so embarrassed. I’ve read a lot of the family journals and I haven’t found one entry where someone got grounded for trying to rescue a family member. It seems like everyone treats me like a child. Even Daphne does it now. Am I that worthless?
    Not that we’re completely to blame for all the stress around here. Goldi’s sudden appearance doesn’t help. Anytime Blondie shows up Dad looks like he wants to crawl under a rock, and Mom looks like she’d like to toss that rock at Goldilock’s head. I can’t blame her. Who would want her husband’s ex around, mooning over him?
    Goldi doesn’t make it any easier. She’s so nervous the chatter never stops. Daphne thinks she’s doing it to fill the awkward moments (of which there are plenty). She also has this annoying habit of adjusting everyone’s clothes all the time
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    I don’t feel right shifting our attention from Granny Relda to Uncle Jake, especially now that we have found her, but Uncle Jake needs us too. I pray he isn’t as bad as they say he is, but I have to wonder: If someone I loved was killed, wouldn’t I want revenge—especially when it seemed like there would never be any justice? If someone murdered Daphne, wouldn’t I want to hunt them down and end them?
    Well, on that bright and cheery note, I have to go. They’re calling for me. I’ll write more when I can. I have a feeling that I’m going to be spending a lot of time with this journal now that I’m grounded
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    With the magic mirror strapped securely onto Poppa Bear’s back, the rest of the bears, the Grimms, Puck, Canis, and Pinocchio marched through the forest, led by Goldilocks and Beauty.
    “Grendel was as ugly as I remember,” Beauty said as she kicked a clump of leaves off her high-heeled shoe. Her sweater dress was awfully thin for a chilly hike through the woods, but she never complained. “You have no