The Legend of Sleepy Harlow by Kylie Logan

Author:Kylie Logan [Logan, Kylie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780698143265
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2014-10-07T07:00:00+00:00

11

The witch at my front door looked mighty familiar. And mighty impressive, I must say, in a conical hat decorated with a wild array of orange, gold, and purple silk flowers; a flowing black robe studded with sparkling sequins; scarecrow earrings; and green paint on face and hands that would make the Wicked Witch of the West proud.

I opened the front door wider to allow Chandra to step into the house. “You’re a week early for Halloween.”

Chandra had a pumpkin tucked under one arm, and she pointed to it. “Pumpkins. You invited us over to carve pumpkins tonight.”

I groaned. Right after I was done cringing. “I honestly forgot! With all that’s been going on this week, I—”

There is nothing quite so sad as a green witch in full disappointment mode.

“Of course we’re carving pumpkins tonight!” I closed the front door and motioned a now-smiling Chandra toward the kitchen. “I’ve got some sloppy joes in the freezer. We can warm those up, and there are plenty of cookies left from this afternoon’s tea, and—”

The doorbell rang.

I opened the door to find Luella waiting on the porch. No costume, but she had a pumpkin, too.

“Come on in.” As long as the door was opened, I darted out to the porch and grabbed one of the pumpkins from the front steps. “We’re just getting started.”

Luella eyed Chandra’s getup. “You’re going to get pumpkin guts all over your costume.”

“Just trying it out.” Chandra put her pumpkin on the stairs so she could whisk off her hat and tug her robe over her head. The green makeup on her face and hands looked especially ghastly with her orange sweatshirt, which had the words Happy Halloween spelled out across the front of it in frolicking black cats. She shook out her hair and combed her fingers through it, and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that even after she was done, there was still one clump suffering from serious witch hat hair. It stood up straight at the very top of her head.

“I have to make sure my costume is perfect for the party on Friday night,” Chandra said.

“I’d go with the other earrings.” Luella pointed to the cute ceramic scarecrows that dangled from Chandra’s ears. “You know, the witch hats you had on the other day. Keeps the spooky theme going.”

“Witch hats. Sure.” Chandra scurried into the kitchen, and we followed her.

Luella waited until I spread newspaper over the counter, then she set down her pumpkin.

“No Kate?” she asked.

“She’s never late,” Chandra said, though since she was studying her pumpkin and had a Sharpie in her mouth, it came out sounding more like, “Shsh n lt.”

No matter which way she said it, Chandra was right.

“I don’t like it,” I said. I’d just finished giving my pumpkin a quick rubdown with a damp paper towel, and I scrubbed my hands against the legs of my jeans. “She’s shutting everyone out.”

“Or she forgot. Just like you did.” Chandra took out her phone and gave Kate a call.

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