“You okay, Maeve?” she asked, watching the witch clutch her stomach as tears flowed down her face.
Jessica waited until she had it out of her system and she was able to form words again.
Maeve’s breath came in gasps she spoke as she spoke. “Oh my Kracken! I swear, my Godmother couldn’t have arranged this anymore perfectly herself if she tried. You, my dear, are perfect.”
“What?” Jessica frowned. “Perfect for what?”
“Perfect for Kracken’s Hole, perfect for the eggs, perfect for Dave.” Maeve grinned. “You like him as a human, you fucking love him as a Kracken. You are pretty much the perfect match for him.” Maeve was almost bouncing in her seat.“Fate, what a wonderful bitch you are.” Maeve laughed. “Remind me to send her a gift basket of some sort.”
“You’ve totally lost me.” Jessica couldn’t keep up, her mind was trying to make sense of everything, plus the fact she was still exhausted from the travel.
“Don’t you stress about anything, get your arse to bed.” Maeve passed her notebook back, helped Jessica to her feet, and pushed her towards her bedroom. “Leave all the details with me, you just been the perfect witch you are.” Maeve laughed again as she pulled the door shut in Jessica’s room.
“What the fuck just happened?” Jessica asked to no one, placing the book on her bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed.
Were the Moonchild Witches about to try and set her up with a Kracken?
Lying back on the bed, Jessica let sleep take her, yes, she was still clothed and yes, she still had her shoes on, but she let sleep claim her. Hoping that when she woke her world would make sense again, but she highly doubted it.
This was Kracken’s Hole, after all.
7
“My name was calledout again in your favourite little town, are they turning their love and devotion to me now and have grown tired of your eighties crusty arse?” Fate called out as she walked to the swing set, it was the place they always met to discuss “things”.
“As if they would give me up as their favourite, they adore me so much more than they do you, and who are you calling crusty? You are just as old as me,” Baba Yaga answered back. Instead of swinging, as was the norm, she was now hanging upside down on the climbing frame. Tutu in place, but showing off the bottom half of the bright pink leotard she wore. Her hair somehow remained in place, not one single strand moved from its back-combed style.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to gain a new perspective.”
“On what?”
“Life.”
“Fuck.”
“What?”
“Are you going through the menopause?”
“As if.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m su…”
“Right, what’s this now, your fourth? You only ever contemplate life when you are going through the change.”
“I’m a bloody goddess, how can I go through the change?” Baba Yaga dropped from the climbing frame, placed her hands on her tutued hips, and glared.
“You are a woman, alas it hits us all, even though we may be immortal,” Fate said solemnly. “It is a burden we all have to bear.”
Fate placed her hand over her heart and lifted her head to the sky. “My thoughts and prayers are with you and your vagina at this time.”
“Blessed be,” Baba Yaga also had her hand placed over her heart before they looked at each other.
“Wanna get drunk?” Fate asked.
