The Witch is in the Details (Calamity Corners Witch Cozy Mystery Series Book 2) by Constance Barker

Author:Constance Barker [Barker, Constance]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Constance Barker
Published: 2019-06-08T16:00:00+00:00

SHE WANDERED THE BIG house after work, thinking, Pokey following her around. There were five bedrooms on the second floor. Nann had taken the guest room on the first, the room she’d stayed in during her summers here. The place was still filled with her great-aunt’s and great-uncle’s things. Clothing, furniture, linens, books of course, Aunt Nancy spent much of her life owning Greenpoint Books with her sister, Nann’s grandmother, Ann.

“One of these days I’m gonna have to stop living here like a guest,” she told the pig.

There was no radio turned on upstairs. She had to settle for an agreeable oink. She opened the door at the end of the hall somewhat reluctantly. While the house was still filled with memories in the form of future Goodwill donations, this room stabbed Aunt Nancy’s absence home.

This room stood diametrically opposed to the secret altar/home theatre hidden in the basement. Corner windows opened the south end of the house, the lengthy dusk brightening everything. Like most witch-types Nann knew, Aunt Nancy had been a crafter. And, like most crafters she knew, Aunt Nancy had about fifty unfinished projects scattered about. Balls of yarn remained attached to knitting and crocheting pieces. Felt cuttings lay across a table like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. At the sewing table, little baskets held all sizes of googly eyes, buttons, glitter tubes, hot glue sticks, twine, popsicle sticks, elastic bands, beads and a host of other supplies.

Pokey grunted in a corner of the room, tiny hooves clattering against a bookshelf. Nann saw the radio and switched it on.

A deep, echo-y voice boomed out. “You dare ignore me, mortal? I should strip you of your very soul—”

Nann turned the radio dial.

“—for letting me oink and grunt like an animal. Jeeze Louise.” A friendlier Pokey station. Nann didn’t care for Demonic Pokey Radio. “What are you doing walking around with granny panties up here?”

Nann took the underpants in question from her pocket. Certainly not her most flattering pair. Shapeless, unintentionally high-waisted, and yellow, these were reserved for her time of the month. If she was willing to sacrifice them one way, why not another? “We’re going to do some crafting.”

“Oo. Crafting means snack time.”

Nann squinted at her familiar. “How do you figure?”

“Because when your Aunt Nancy did her crafting, she’d give me a snack to keep me out from underfoot.”

“Is this a threat?”

“Veiled,” Pokey said, “but real.”

“How about if I promise you a snack after I’m done?”

“Pinky-swear?”

Nann frowned. “You don’t have pinkies.”

“I don’t have ball-and-socket shoulder joints, either, or you would see me shrug.”

“Pinky-swear.” Nann sat in the office chair at a desk and reached down. She hooked her pinky around Pokey’s hoof. “Now, where’s the sewing machine?”

“You’re sitting in front of it.”

Nann looked at the desk.

“Go ahead. Lift the lid.”

Fumbling, she found the lid doubled the surface of the desktop when opened. A sewing machine rested in a hole beneath. She found a switch, and the machine levitated into place. Nann stared for a while.

“Do you know how this works?”

“You put two pieces of cloth in it and it sticks them together.

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