O Witchy Town of Whittlecombe: A Wonky Inn Christmas Cozy Mystery by Jeannie Wycherley

Author:Jeannie Wycherley [Wycherley, Jeannie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bark at the Moon Books
Published: 2020-09-28T16:00:00+00:00

Delilah Greensoul.

Marissa had described her as delightful, and I suppose in her own completely potty way, she was. I, for one, absolutely could not see her in a relationship with Silvan at all. Slightly older than he, she was one of those wonderful witches who preferred everything in life to be au naturel. Rather like Frau Krauss, who roamed the forests all day long, or Tempestas Darkskull, a member of Kappa Sigma Granma whom I’d met earlier this year and who liked to parade around in the altogether, Delilah was a majestic free spirit.

She lived in a ramshackle cottage—actually more of a rundown bungalow—on the edge of Glastonbury, not a million miles away from the famous tor. Ivy climbed the external walls, cracking and dislodging the pebbledash cladding, and the paint on the window frames was peeling away. What it did have going for it was a large amount of outside space and, while at this time of year it was difficult to tell, it did appear that Delilah was green-fingered. During the spring and summer, her garden would be an oasis of flora and fauna.

I held down the bell push for longer than was strictly necessary until the door was gently pulled open and a fortyish-year-old woman peered out at me. Her frizzy hair, a dull chestnut colour but with more than her fair share of greys, was caught up in an untidy bun. “Hello,” she said. She cocked her head to stare at the van on the road outside. Pine needles and bits of dead leaf fell from her hair. Her face was streaked green, as though she had been nuzzling a damp tree trunk recently and had forgotten to look in a mirror.

“Delilah Greensoul?” I decided I’d better check before I made any more assumptions.

“Ye-es.” She sounded unsure, looking me up and down.

“Hi. I’ve been trying to get hold of you,” I told her. “We’ve been calling and texting you.”

She smiled uncertainly. “Oh dear, have you?”

“I’m Alfhild Daemonne.” I waited to see whether there was any flicker of recognition but there was none. If Silvan had been in touch with her at all lately, he hadn’t told her about me. “I’ve travelled up from Whittle Inn in Whittlecombe, East Devon. I’m—” I hesitated but, in the end, I needed her to know the facts. “I’m Silvan’s girlfriend.”

Now she looked surprised. “That’s a blast from the past,” she said. Her brow creased. “He’s not hurt, is he? Not—?”

“No,” I infilled hurriedly. “He’s okay. Kind of. But I do need your help.”

“Did you want to come in?” She pulled the door open. She was wearing little more than a sheer silk shift. It didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. A black cat curled around her feet, and I could see a few more behind her, staring at me as quizzically as their mistress.

“That would be marvellous. I’m not alone, though.” I pointed in the direction of the van. “I have my friend Marissa with me. You probably remember her.

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