Time of the Witch by Mary Downing Hahn

Author:Mary Downing Hahn [Hahn, Mary Downing]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, General
ISBN: 9780547563138
Google: a7eSaRcTAngC
Amazon: 0380711168
Barnesnoble: 0380711168
Goodreads: 541340
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 1982-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

From eight o'clock on, I sat out on the front steps waiting for Wanda. The sun was almost level with the mountaintops, sending long shadows across the lawn, and a small crescent moon, no bigger than a thumbnail clipping, was already floating in the pale blue sky.

"When's Wanda coming anyway?" Jason was sitting next to me, trying to finish his Popsicle before it melted and ran down his arm in a sticky orange trickle.

I pointed down the road. Wanda was coming around the curve below the house. The setting sun touched her hair with fire and her shadow stretched so long it looked as if it were cast by someone walking on stilts.

Leaving Jason behind, I vaulted off the porch and ran to meet her. "Where have you been? It's almost nine o'clock!"

Wanda laughed. "Mr. Evans came over to keep Annabelle company, and he had to show me all his little tricks, like pulling quarters out of my ears and stuff like that. He does the same ones every time, and if he let me keep all those quarters, I'd be rich by now!"

"Who's Mr. Evans?"

"Annabelle's boyfriend."

I laughed. "Annabelle's boyfriend? How could Annabelle have a boyfriend? She must be almost sixty years old!"

"That don't make no difference."

"But she's even older than Aunt Grace!"

Wanda looked puzzled. "Don't your aunt have a boyfriend?"

"Are you kidding?" I burst out laughing again, trying to imagine Aunt Grace having a date.

"How about your mother and father? I bet they have plenty of dates."

"They do not!" Suddenly it wasn't funny. I glared at Wanda, furious with her for suggesting such a thing about my parents. If I hadn't needed her to go with me to Maude's, I'd have really told her off, but I bit my tongue and didn't say anything else.

"Well, Annabelle's had boyfriends as long as I can remember. She says life ain't worth living without a man." Wanda giggled.

"That's dumb for someone her age to talk like that."

Wanda shrugged. "That's what she says. She goes to this place sometimes in Harrisburg called the Adam and Eve Club. It's one of those singles bars, you know, where people like Annabelle dance and meet people. That's where she met Mr. Evans. He's real nice, except for those dumb coin tricks."

Wanda smiled. "I don't see nothing wrong with it if it makes Annabelle happy. She might even marry Mr. Evans."

I didn't say anything as we walked up the hill to the house. The thought of my parents dating was too awful for me to think about. Suppose one of them fell in love with somebody else? Then they'd never get back together and I'd have to put up with some weird person who did things like pull quarters out of my ears. It was a horrible thought.

Jason was waiting for us on the front porch. "What's in that bag?" He tried to peep in the grocery bag Wanda was carrying.

Wanda snatched it away. "Nothing for you to see!"

"No potato chips or Fritos or anything?"

"Nope. Just my underwear.

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