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down her cheeks.
    “Why, you liar!” I
exclaimed. “You were a miserable fat slug of a man who raped the maid whenever
your wife wasn’t looking!”
    Hedgepath stared at
me in horror. Chad just grinned.
    “I wondered about
that,” Magic Man chuckled. “When old Ollie told us his power   had started fading in October. When did we
first make contact, baby girl? October 5, if I’m not mistaken.”
    “That’d be it,” I
confirmed.
    “See, Ollie, Ariel finding
me—or me finding her—sort of triggered her powers. She was pretty powerful,
even then, but she had no idea she was a witch. She didn’t really believe it until
December. That’s when you lost the power completely, I believe you said.”
    “Impossible! No Seer
has ever been a witch! The Seer is always a warlock! No witch has that kind
of power!”
    “Guess there’s a new
breed of witch in town,” I said over Chad’s laughter. “Better get used to it,
Ollie. Anyway,” I continued, while Hedgepath half-choked on his own ire, “Isis
herself was female, what the hell makes you think she wouldn’t pick a witch
over a warlock any day of the week and twice on Sunday, you miserable little turdsniffer !”
    I hadn’t even
thought of that particular epithet since fourth grade, but somehow, still
furious at my vision of the fat, bald pig and the weeping girl, it seemed
utterly perfect.
    Chad laughed harder.
    “This is a mistake!
Whoever you saw was not me!”
    “Like hell it
wasn’t! And we’re leaving!”
    “Works for me.” Chad
took my arm and we headed towards the door.
    “No! Wait! We have
to come to an understanding! Resurrection needs the services of the Seer!
Whoever the Seer is! Please! I’ve readied a room for you—”
    “When hell freezes
over will we stay in a room in this house.” I held tight to Chad’s arm and spat
back at Hedgepath. “We’re leaving!”
    “You’re a witch , you don’t give orders to warlocks !”
    Chad held the door
open for me, while I turned back for one last volley.   I didn’t spit in his face, but it was a near
thing. “Like I said, Ollie . Oh, wait! Neville , wasn’t it? Neville
Thornsbury. Pig par excellence. There’s a
new breed of witch in town! Get used to it!”

 
 
 
    Chapter Ten

 
    I stormed out the
front door, slightly ahead of Chad,
and paused at the top of the walk. He threw his arms around me from behind and
kissed the top of my head.
    “That—was— awesome !”
    I turned in his arms
and he kissed my lips. “Absolutely awesome !”
he said again.
    “Can we get out of
here, please?”
    “Yes, ma’am,
absolute.” He opened the door of the SUV and held out his hand, a courtly
gentleman helping his lady into a carriage. I laughed. He liked to open the car
door for me and help me in, but I frequently forgot and did it before he had
the chance.
    He came around and
got in. As we pulled back into the street, a black streak shot out from under
the bushes in Resurrection Headquarters’ yard and through the bars of the
wrought iron fence into the next yard.
    “There’s that black
cat again,” I said.
    “Honey, he’s not
your black cat. I promise.”
    “Our black cat.”
    “Nope. Not even.
He’s yours. He’s decided. You really oughta name him.”
    “Micah,” I said, not
even thinking about it.
    “Okay, that was
quick. Why?”
    “Don’t know. You
don’t like it?”
    “Your cat, baby
girl. His name’s whatever you want it to be. I was just curious, you came out
with it so fast. So. ‘Fess up. You can be honest. You really don’t like
Hedgepath, do you?”
    “Oh, I love him to
death, you couldn’t tell?”
    “Not so’s you’d
notice, no.”
    I looked over at my
husband’s profile as he drove. There was a secret smugness in the lift of one
corner of his mouth.
    “You asshole!”
    “Excuse me?”
    “You knew the whole
time. Didn’t you?”
    “Oh, hell, no, I
didn’t know . Remember, just because I
knew the stories of the Tears of Isis didn’t mean I