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One by one, Two by two, The Hardesty witches Are traveling through. With a storm of curses, They call from their tomes; They will drink your blood And dine on your bones. —CHILDREN’S JUMP ROPE RHYME, OVERHEARD IN 1934 IN RHEA SPRINGS, TENNESSEE
He gave me a look. In a confidential whisper I said, “I talk to dead people.” He scowled at me.
I wasn’t about to sit by while people were thrown into a situation they weren’t equipped for when I was able to handle it safely. Mostly safely. Probably safely.
“What are we going to do? Stand out here until the goblin gives up and runs out screaming, driven desperate by boredom?” asked Mary Jo after a bit.
Larry examined the Jetta mutely for a moment, then said, “Are you sure this is legal to drive?” “All the lights work,” I told him.
“I am going to ignore—just for a minute—how much my geek side is loving that apparently there is a goblin king in the world. And that he is—again apparently—here in the Tri-Cities. Even knowing that David Bowie is gone, I am giddy about this.”
I sighed and said, “It was about a goblin. Now it’s about zombie miniature goats. Or miniature goat zombies. Nigerian dwarf goats. Twenty of them running free all around Benton City, apparently.” “Miniature zombie goats,” murmured Mary Jo. “I think that sounds the cutest. I can see the newspaper headlines now.” “Are they dead?” Tad asked. “That’s what ‘zombie’ means,” said Mary Jo loudly, to make sure Tad heard her. “But we’re on our way to kill them again.”
“Be very careful,” I said softly. “I’m not afraid of you. Before you say anything more, you should take a deep breath and remember that I’m also second in the Columbia Basin werewolf pack.” His face tightened and I continued. “And we have a very good lawyer.” “And she kills trolls,” said the boy. I nodded. “And I kill trolls.”
“Werewolf contemplates dinner,” said Sherwood. “Dinner contemplates werewolf back.”
Adam grinned at me. “That which doesn’t destroy us . . .” “Leaves us scratching our heads and saying, ‘What’s next?’” I said.
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“A zombie ogre,” said Tad. “An ogre zombie.” “Do you have a glitch?” asked Wulfe. “Or do you always say the same phrase over and over?”
