Witcha'be by Anna Marie Kittrell

Author:Anna Marie Kittrell [Kittrell, Anna Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Prism Book Group
Published: 2013-12-09T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I snubbed porch witch and jogged down the steps toward Pam’s car. Mom called after me from the screen door. I turned and waved goodbye, blowing her a kiss before climbing in back with Lenni. I was worried about Mom. She was sick again this morning.

“I can’t believe it’s finally Friday!” Lenni squealed so loud the neighbor’s yellow dog barked and jerked at the end of his chain, snapping his teeth. “We’re gonna see Dizzy tonight!” She high-fived then pumped both fists above her head.

I nodded. “I just wish Mom was feeling better.”

“I left her strict instructions to stay in bed until this afternoon,” Pam assured me.

“Well, she’s up now. I hope she takes your advice and goes back to bed.”

“I’ll check on her later. I think she’ll be fine. It may be seasonal allergies,” Pam said.

“So, what are you wearing tonight?” Lenni asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.”

“You’re kidding.” Lenni looked as if she was waiting for the punch line.

“Guess I’ll throw something together.”

“Want to know what I’m wearing?” she asked.

“Sure.”

“A bright pink top that falls off the shoulders, a black lace tank underneath, and a black skirt that comes to here.” She slid her fingertips across her thigh. “Tights with tiny pink skulls, and black moccasin boots that come up to here.” She tapped just above her kneecap. “I’m thinking of wearing my hair teased up like this.” She pulled strands out past her ears. “Like the eighties. What do you think?”

“Uh…yes?”

“Yay!” Lenni applauded.

“By the way, girls, I went to the liquor store yesterday to pick up some champagne for Brenda’s wedding and found a surprise for you as well.”

“Mother! We’re too young to drink.” Lenni wagged her finger.

“Oh, it’s not alcohol,” Pam said, smiling, seeming to enjoy her secret.

“What, then?” Lenni asked.

“You’ll find out tonight before the concert. Here we are, girlies.” Pam stopped at the curb. “See you after school, same as yesterday.”

“I’d hoped to get ready at your house this afternoon. But Mom wants to help me dress and do my eighties makeup,” Lenni said, keeping her head down as we walked.

“It’s okay, Lenni. I’ll be helping my mom get ready. That is, if she’s feeling better.”

She popped her head up. “What a relief. I was afraid you’d be upset.”

“It’s all good.” I smiled as we entered the schoolyard.

“Hey, look. They took it out,” Lenni said as we approached a mound of red dirt where the tetherball pole had been.

“No one ever played, anyway. The ball was always flat,” I said, poking the soil with the toe of my sneaker, squinting at what might have been dried blood. “Is she back today?”

“No. She decided to wait until Monday. She wants to let everything blow over.”

“Right,” I said. And let the rumors blow out of proportion.

* * *

“We made it!” Lenni screamed. She leaned around me, chucked her books into the locker, and then tapped her foot. “Come on!”

“I’m looking for my journal.” I dug through the textbooks.

“You don’t need it.” She tugged my arm.

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