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put prison bars on Laura’s bedroom window and a lock on her door.
“Yeah, bad idea.” Laura frowned and grabbed a cookie. The breakfast of champions.
“Mom really needs to know that Dad showed up again. Complete with a squad team of rifle-wielding shamans and a vendetta to kill spirits.”
“Something definitely seems off,” she said around a mouthful of cookie. “But I don’t know if there’s much we can do about it now. The spirit is gone, and your dad disappeared again. Maybe it’s best if we just let it go.”
“My dad just showed up out of nowhere, Laura. And then ran off without even saying goodbye.” My eyelids felt hot, my throat tightening. “I can’t just let that go. After all this time, I need to now where he’s been and why he decided to pop back up only to disappear again.”
Laura took another long gulp of her coffee before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and slamming the mug down on the table. “Well, I’m all caffeinated up. How do you want to tackle this?”
One day, I was going to find a way to show Laura just how great a friend she was. No matter what, she always stuck by my side, backing up my latest crazy plan. Today’s plot wasn’t all that bad compared to what we’d done in the past, but after the whole incident with George, I wasn’t sure how Laura would react to what I had in mind.
“I think it’s time we find out what Wanda’s deal really is.” I smiled when Astral meowed and jumped up on the table as if he approved of this approach. “She knows something about the supernatural. I don’t know if it has anything to do with my dad, but it couldn’t hurt to ask her a few questions.”
“I know what her deal is.” Laura said, ruffling Astral’s fur. “She’s bat-shit insane.”
“Come on, Laura.” Smiling, I tugged on one of the fading red stripes in her hair. “If you come along, I’ll help you redo your hair tonight.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.” She jumped up from the table and clapped her hands together. “What are we waiting for?”
***
Sunlight peeked through the gray clouds when we pulled up to Wanda’s shop. The sign said she was closed, but I could see her orange hair bobbing just inside the window. As I climbed out of the truck, she peered outside, tapping the glass with the tarot card deck. Like she’d known we were coming. For a moment, I paused, my hands clammy as I locked my truck. Wanda had always been strange over the years, but this was the first time she’d really creeped me out.
The door jingled when we pushed it open. Wanda waited behind the counter with rollers in her hair. Her normally bright red lips were pale from lack of makeup, and a steaming tea cup was perched atop the cash register, filling the room with exotic spices. In this light, Wanda looked fragile and frail, though there was something dangerous and fierce in her eyes.
“You’ve come back for your reading,” she said, shuffling the black deck of cards she’d used last night.
“No, I’ve come here to ask you some questions.” I cleared my throat when her fingers kept rustling through the cards at a warp speed that showed she’d done this many, many times. “You seem to know things.”
She nodded, her rollers bobbing against her skull. “Yes, I do know things.”
“Are you…I don’t know, a psychic or something?” I finally asked. There was no better way to put it, I figured. Just go ahead and throw the question out there.
She narrowed her eyes and paused in her shuffle. “Are you…I don’t know, a shaman or something?”
My breath caught. So, Wanda did know about shamans. During all of my visits into her shop, she’d been aware of my powers. And if that were true, what did that mean for her ? I’d written her off, as well as all her witch supplies that had nothing to do with me, but had I been blind to an entirely different kind of magic this whole time?
“How do you know about shamans?” Laura asked, leaning forward.
“Yeah, bad idea.” Laura frowned and grabbed a cookie. The breakfast of champions.
“Mom really needs to know that Dad showed up again. Complete with a squad team of rifle-wielding shamans and a vendetta to kill spirits.”
“Something definitely seems off,” she said around a mouthful of cookie. “But I don’t know if there’s much we can do about it now. The spirit is gone, and your dad disappeared again. Maybe it’s best if we just let it go.”
“My dad just showed up out of nowhere, Laura. And then ran off without even saying goodbye.” My eyelids felt hot, my throat tightening. “I can’t just let that go. After all this time, I need to now where he’s been and why he decided to pop back up only to disappear again.”
Laura took another long gulp of her coffee before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and slamming the mug down on the table. “Well, I’m all caffeinated up. How do you want to tackle this?”
One day, I was going to find a way to show Laura just how great a friend she was. No matter what, she always stuck by my side, backing up my latest crazy plan. Today’s plot wasn’t all that bad compared to what we’d done in the past, but after the whole incident with George, I wasn’t sure how Laura would react to what I had in mind.
“I think it’s time we find out what Wanda’s deal really is.” I smiled when Astral meowed and jumped up on the table as if he approved of this approach. “She knows something about the supernatural. I don’t know if it has anything to do with my dad, but it couldn’t hurt to ask her a few questions.”
“I know what her deal is.” Laura said, ruffling Astral’s fur. “She’s bat-shit insane.”
“Come on, Laura.” Smiling, I tugged on one of the fading red stripes in her hair. “If you come along, I’ll help you redo your hair tonight.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.” She jumped up from the table and clapped her hands together. “What are we waiting for?”
***
Sunlight peeked through the gray clouds when we pulled up to Wanda’s shop. The sign said she was closed, but I could see her orange hair bobbing just inside the window. As I climbed out of the truck, she peered outside, tapping the glass with the tarot card deck. Like she’d known we were coming. For a moment, I paused, my hands clammy as I locked my truck. Wanda had always been strange over the years, but this was the first time she’d really creeped me out.
The door jingled when we pushed it open. Wanda waited behind the counter with rollers in her hair. Her normally bright red lips were pale from lack of makeup, and a steaming tea cup was perched atop the cash register, filling the room with exotic spices. In this light, Wanda looked fragile and frail, though there was something dangerous and fierce in her eyes.
“You’ve come back for your reading,” she said, shuffling the black deck of cards she’d used last night.
“No, I’ve come here to ask you some questions.” I cleared my throat when her fingers kept rustling through the cards at a warp speed that showed she’d done this many, many times. “You seem to know things.”
She nodded, her rollers bobbing against her skull. “Yes, I do know things.”
“Are you…I don’t know, a psychic or something?” I finally asked. There was no better way to put it, I figured. Just go ahead and throw the question out there.
She narrowed her eyes and paused in her shuffle. “Are you…I don’t know, a shaman or something?”
My breath caught. So, Wanda did know about shamans. During all of my visits into her shop, she’d been aware of my powers. And if that were true, what did that mean for her ? I’d written her off, as well as all her witch supplies that had nothing to do with me, but had I been blind to an entirely different kind of magic this whole time?
“How do you know about shamans?” Laura asked, leaning forward.
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