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way home from Newfoundland." |
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"Witch of what?" Betty Elizabeth asked. Suddenly she was paying closer attention. |
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"Sixkill. How's that for a name?" He was indulging himself in one of his dull little laughs of ridicule. |
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"I think I've heard of her," Betty Elizabeth said, frowning. |
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This time Theodore laughed out loud. "Oh, for Christ's sake, Betty, not you, too." |
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She had already swung her long thin legs over the edge of the bed and was slipping into her robe. She knotted the cord around her slender waist and headed for the bedroom door. "Be back in a minute," she informed him. |
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When she returned, there was a look of triumph on her thin face. She was carrying one of her tattered collectibles. It was an antiquarian book, one of many she carted home from the used book stores she haunted. The difference between Betty Elizabeth and most folks who go around collecting similar stock was that she actually read them before they were buried on the shelf to collect dust. |
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"Listen to this," she said excitedly. "It's in the section entitled 'Actual Documentation of Known Witches'. It's on page one-hundred and eighty-seven, and it's a listing of certified witches. The third one on the list is a lady by the name of Jubell Caron, who was also |
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