Page 80 of All My Witches
“Of course it’snot.”
“But … .” Thistle was helpless when she turned to me. “You said this was theend.”
Apparently I’d miscalculated. “What else is there left todo?”
“Why, I have to face trial, of course.” Aunt Tillie beamed. “I need my day incourt.”
Oh, well, crap! I definitely should’ve seen that coming. If there’s one thing Aunt Tillie loves more than soaps, it’s oldMatlockepisodes.
“Is she saying what I think she’s saying?” Landonasked.
I nodded, my stomachtwisting.
“Well, that’s just great.” Landon glared at Aunt Tillie. “I hope you know you’re on mylist.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing what you do with that, Sparky.” Aunt Tillie happily wiggled her hips. “I can’t wait to get on the witness stand. It’ll beepic.”
Something told me it was going to be something other thanepic.
* * *
This show keeps makinga big deal about multiple personalities, but I feel like I have them every month during PMS. It’s not a big deal. Take some Midol and grab a heating pad, and you’ll be fine in threehours.
– Bay on soap opera mentalhealth
Nineteen
“I’m so tired.”
The trip the courthouse was short. The soap opera authorities – who looked as if they couldn’t keep a cardboard box safe, let alone contain Aunt Tillie – collected her by the door and whisked her to whatever holding cell they kept in the back. She shot me a triumphant look as she walked away, as if this was always what shewanted.
That made me inexplicablynervous.
“Come here.” Landon sat on a courtroom bench and lifted his arm so I could skirt underneath it. “Whathurts?”
The question caught me off guard. “Is something supposed tohurt?”
“I mean your neck andshoulders.”
“Oh. My shoulders. This doesn’t count as part of the massage you oweme.”
“Of course not.” Landon dug his fingers into the sore spot between my shoulder blades, eliciting a moan for his efforts. “See, why would I want to cut down on that noise in thefuture?”
I offered up a rueful look. “You’re kind of apervert.”
“I’m just trying to look forward to finally getting out ofhere.”
“I’m sorry aboutthat.”
“Sorry aboutwhat?”
“I thought the scene at the cottage was the end. Apparently I waswrong.”
“Yeah, well, you can’t be right all of the time.” Landon pressed a kiss to the back of my head and then continued rubbing. “What do you think she’s going to donow?”
“I think she wants to get on the witness stand and do a JackNicholson.”
Landon furrowed his brow. “You mean fromA Few GoodMen?”
