Page 35 of Last Witch Attempt
“He didn’t used to. You know how some women cut their hair or go on a crash diet after a breakup? He grew a mustache.”
I really didn’t care about her reality show. “We need to talk.” I sat at the table with her, waiting until she fixed her full attention on me. “I need to know if you’ve seen any weird creatures running around town.”
“There’s a clown doll.”
“Other than the doll.”
“Margaret has been acting weird. Are you counting her as an evil creature?”
“I didn’t say the creatures were evil … and no. Although, have you seen Mrs. Little today? How is she acting?”
“I saw her. She seems back to normal.” Viola almost looked disappointed. “I preferred it when she was losing her mind. At least she was entertaining then. She’s right back to her old self.”
“How so?”
Viola shrugged. “She’s plotting against Tillie. She’s making plans to build her empire. It’s as if some switch was flipped inside of her. Like a reset button or something.”
Normally, that might not be good news. Given the fact the Feds were in town and I was looking for a distraction for Aunt Tillie, it wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever heard.
“What about giant spiders?” I prodded the ghost. “Has anyone seen any of those around town?”
Viola’s mouth dropped open in horror. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
“I am not.” I was grim. “I killed two earlier today.”
“Well … that’s just gross. Did you stomp them or use Raid?”
“They’re a bit big to stomp. I didn’t have access to Raid. I used magic.”
“I have heard weird things in the woods,” Viola acknowledged. “Like a chittering. I thought there were still more of the clown dolls out there.”
“There’d better not be.” Aunt Tillie was in big trouble if there were. “How many times have you heard the sound?”
“A few. Three times. All within the last week.”
“Can you take a look for me?”
She nodded. “After my show. What do you want me to do if I find any?”
“Find me and tell me where they are. I don’t think they’re the biggest threat on the menu at present.”
“Okay. I can find the spiders. I’m creeped out, but now I kind of want to see them.”
That wasn’t hard to understand. “What about Aunt Tillie? Have you seen her? My mom said she took off in a huff because she thinks we’re all accusing her of something she didn’t do.”
“Did she do it?”
“Yes.”
“Well, that’s about right.” Viola shrugged. “I saw her this morning, right around eight o’clock.”
Eight o’clock? That wasn’t right. “She was at the inn for breakfast at eight o’clock.”
“I guess it could’ve been earlier. It was at least three hours ago.”
“How can you be certain?”
“Because that’s how many episodes ofVanderpump RulesI’ve watched.”
