“Well….”
Hammer time.
“We’re leaving it the way we agreed.She can work until five during the week and three on Saturday.No tools on Sunday.”
I nod and blow out a gust of air.Relief.
Kitty hits the hammer one last time, dismissing everyone.“I need to get my column in.Goodnight, everyone.”
I feel Mona close.Turning my head, she’s mere inches from me.“Just because you’ve got this whole town wrapped around your chubby little finger….”
I gasp.My fingers aren’t chubby.They’re my best feature.I look down and see the Band-Aid on my left ring finger.Correction.Ordinarily, they’re my best feature.
“Your slut of a mother thought she could sweet-talk her way too.”
I don’t know about that.But I’ve had it with her.I hold up my non-chubby-fingered hand to stop her.“That’s enough.”
“This isn’t over,” she says in her witchiest voice.I half expect her to cackle.
I sigh.“I suppose not.”It’ll never be over.At least not until the old bat is dead.
Wishful thinking.
Don’t witches live hundreds of years?
