woman. Youâd be wise to make her leave.â
âThanks for the advice,â said Lucy in a curt tone.
âIâm just warning you,â he said. âIâd hate to see something bad happen to you or your family.â
Lucy felt her hackles rise. âIs this a threat?â
âNo, absolutely not,â said Ike. âI have your best interest at heart.â
âPoint taken,â said Lucy, ending the call.
âWhat was that all about?â demanded Phyllis, who, along with Ted, had been listening to every word.
Lucy was trying to sort out her emotions, a complex tangle of anger, disappointment, and fear. âItâs Ike Stoughton, warning me about Diana.â
âDid he threaten you?â asked Ted.
âNot exactly,â said Lucy. âHe says not but it felt like a threat. And after what I saw at Dianaâs placeâ¦â
âYou have to write this story. Itâs the only way to let people know they have nothing to fear from Diana,â said Ted. Piewocket had settled in on his lap and was purring, sounding like an idling engine. âThe sooner the better. Iâd like it for Wednesday. So mote it be.â
âWhat did you say?â demanded Lucy.
âSo mote it be. Itâs just an expression I picked up from Pam. It meansââ
âI know what it means,â said Lucy, booting up her computer. âIt means Iâm working for a warlock.â
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When Lucy got home around five that evening, she went straight to the family room, where the girls were watching TV.
âWhat on earth were you thinking? Abbyâs father called meâvery angryâbecause you invited Abby to this spell-casting.â
The girls glanced at each other; then Sara spoke. âWe thought sheâd want to be part of it.â
âIâm sure she would, but her father has other ideas.â Lucy paused. âSheâs already in trouble because of the Midsummer thing. Now youâve made it worse for her.â
âWe didnât realizeâ¦,â said Zoe, shamefaced. âShe said she couldnât come, anyway, âcause her mom is sick and needs her.â
âAre we still having the spell-casting tonight?â asked Sara.
âIâm afraid so,â admitted Lucy, going back to the kitchen.
She was pulling the frying pan out of the cupboard when Diana came scrambling down the stairs to greet her. The poison ivy had spread, and she was covered with sores that made the least movement painful. âWhat took you so long?â she demanded. âIâve been waiting all day!â
âI have a job, you know,â replied Lucy, rather self-righteously.
âDid you get my stuff?â
âItâs here, right here,â said Lucy, handing over the bag. âAnd Iâve got your cat too. Heâs in the car. I wasnât sure how the dog would react.â A sudden burst of barking sent her outside, where she found Libby jumping and barking at the cat, who was calmly perched on the back of the driverâs seat. Lucy managed to drag the dog away and confined her in the garden shed. Then she carefully lifted the cat out of the car and carried him into the house.
Diana was looking in the bag. âWhereâs the jasmine? And the power oil?â
âThey werenât on the list you gave me,â said Lucy, handing over the cat and taking off her jacket. Something thunked against the wall as she hung her coat on the hook, and she reached inside the pocket, finding Rebeccaâs solution. âI do have this stuff that Rebecca Wardwell gave me, though.â
Diana took the bottle and unscrewed the top, sniffing it suspiciously. âI think I better rely on my own magick,â she said, handing it back.
Lucy set the bottle on the windowsill behind the sink. âIs there any chance that I could watch you cast the spell? Ted wants me to write a story about Wicca for the paper.â
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