“Her rabbit,” Nisa said breathlessly, slowing down at last, “the crazy lady in the mobile home.” “Evadne,” I snapped. “And she’s not crazy, so stop saying that.” Nisa shook her head. “It’s her familiar. Like in the play, only it’s a black hare, not a black dog.” “It’s not her familiar.” Stevie returned to the driveway, brandishing a stick. “A familiar stays with whoever summons it—it’s a servant, or someone enslaved, like Caliban.” “An animal can’t be enslaved,” said Amanda. “A demon can,” retorted Stevie.
I’m here for a sort of Salem mass hysteria….
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