The Witchy Worries of Abbie Adams by Rhonda Hayter

Author:Rhonda Hayter
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Penguin USA, Inc.
Published: 2010-07-28T14:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 20

A Vermin-Free Home

When I got home, the Schnitzlers and Mr. Heatherhayes were sitting on my bedroom floor, playing cards and looking depressed. The boys were accusing each other of cheating. They kept throwing cards all over the place, while poor old Mr. Heatherhayes tried to keep peace by saying, “Now, now boys. Now, now boys,” over and over.

I offered everybody something to drink but nobody seemed to want anything, so I zapped them all back home. Mom hadn’t even known they were there because she’d been busy going through spell books in the kitchen while she zapped up dinner.

I got as depressed-looking as the Schnitzlers and Mr. Heatherhayes when I heard Dr. March Hall was coming over again. Now I couldn’t even hang out with Mom because she’d be tied up, listening to stuffy old March Hare droning on and on and on.

It wasn’t as if Dr. March Hall had actually been any help either. In fact, some of the counterspells he’d recommended had made things worse. Due to one of his bad ideas, I’d lost what little communication I had with Tom and never got his voice inside my head anymore.

Half the time we couldn’t even find Tom when the doctor came over. He always seemed to be hiding under beds or inside closets with my mom’s little book light and a pile of books.

Sometimes, while Tom was hiding, he performed small experiments. Once, when Mom and Dad sent me to find him, I hauled him out from under my parents’ bed to find that all his hair was standing right on end. It seems he’d been rubbing his fur along the carpet doing an experiment on static electricity. When my hand touched him, there was a big snap!! We both got shocked and I nearly dropped him. His hair flattened right out after that though. It looked pretty funny.

At dinner, I happened to notice Tom sneaking in from the kitchen to slink under the dining room hutch behind old March Hare’s seat. From there, I could see his big yellow eyes staring out. He was listening to the doctor, who was in the middle of a long, dull talk about “the thermodynamics of applied alchemical physics” and other subjects I had hoped not to have to suffer through . . . at least until I got to Witch University.

My mom and dad were trying to look interested, which almost required a special spell in itself, and Munch had fallen asleep in his peas. On the other hand, Tom looked fascinated (hey! I spelled it right) and snuck closer to Dr. March Hall’s chair, cocking his little ears, trying to hear better.

Dr. March Hall kept his white hair pretty long and as I sat there beside him, I noticed that it started to rise up on the back of his neck, just like Tom’s fur had risen in his static electricity experiment. All at once, the doctor turned around and STAMPED his foot really hard, almost crushing Tom.

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