Over the Broom (Wicked Witches of Coventry Book 9) by Sara Bourgeois

Author:Sara Bourgeois [Bourgeois, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

I went to the door, took a big breath, and opened it cautiously. Standing on the other side was a hunched little old woman who looked to be at least in her nineties. She did not match the picture in my head of the giant I thought had been knocking on the door. Instead she had a perfect coif of gray curls and was dressed in a blue cotton dress and pink cardigan. A rope of thick pearls hung around her neck, and she was just about the least intimidating person I’d ever seen.

Except for the steely look in her narrowed eyes. The woman looked like she could cut glass with her disapproving gaze.

“Who are you?” she demanded before I could say anything.

“I’m Brighton. This is my aunt’s house. Who are you?” I stood my ground.

“If you’re Coraline’s niece, then why I have I never seen you before?”

“I’m married to her nephew, Remy. We were here a few months ago to plan for our wedding.”

“You’re the one who had the wedding where she died,” the woman said through eyes so narrow they were practically slits. “What are you doing in her house?”

“You still haven’t told me who you are,” I said.

“I’m Gerty. I live across the street,” she said and thumbed over her shoulder. “Do I need to call the sheriff?”

“No, Gerty. I’m here because I wanted to know who came to see Coraline the day she died,” I said with a sigh.

“Oh, well, why didn’t you say so?” Gerty said with a smile. “I see everything that goes on in this neighborhood.”

I should have figured that out given that she’d seen me go into Coraline’s house despite my attempts to be stealthy. “Can you tell me what you saw?” I asked.

“Be a dear and come have a cup of coffee with an old woman. I don’t get much company these days,” she said.

“I have my cat with me,” I said.

“Oh, I don’t mind him either. Used to have one of my own, but he passed a few years ago. I’m too old to get another.”

“Sure, we can come over for a bit,” I said.

I picked up Meri and we followed Gerty out. Her back was to me, so I used a little magic to lock the front door behind us.

Gerty’s house was right across the street but a little to the right. It was another two-story Victorian that looked very similar to Coraline’s house. The main difference was that Gerty’s house was painted bright orange and red. I’d seen it when we walked to Coraline’s house, but I had no idea who it belonged to.

“Your house is very bright,” I said as we crossed the street. “I like it. So cheerful.”

“Thank you, dear,” Gerty said. “I did it myself earlier this year.”

“You painted your house?”

“Yes. Why do you seem so shocked?” She looked over her shoulder at me as we stepped up over the curb.

“It’s just rare for people to do that kind of work themselves,” I said. “Most people seem to hire someone else these days.

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