Southern Craft by Stuart Jaffe

Author:Stuart Jaffe [Jaffe, Stuart]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: supernatural suspense
ISBN: 9781543292176
Google: 7qLuAQAACAAJ
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Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Published: 2017-03-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Max thought about going back to the office, but his body rejected the mere hint of pulling another all-nighter. Pointing out the heavy bags under his eyes, Max’s mother dropped him off at the house and said she would see the boys safely to their apartment. Based on the devilish grins covering PB and J’s faces, Max had a feeling they might stop to get some ice cream along the way. At the rate his mother plowed ice cream down their throats, he would have to look into a good dental plan for them.

Sandra sat on the living room floor with two books on witchcraft open before her. She wrote in a notebook balanced on her legs. Situated on their ottoman, she had her laptop with a website featuring a cartoon witch in the header displayed. As he closed the front door, she paused her studies.

“How’d it go?”

He patted the journal. “How about you?”

Dropping her pen onto the notebook, she said, “Okay, I guess. I wish there were a clearer answer, but witches and ghosts don’t often work together.”

“Drummond did okay once.”

“If by okay you mean that he fell in love with a witch who came back from the grave to nearly destroy us all.”

“True. There’s that.”

“And he was alive when he and Patricia were in love. No ghosts were involved at the time.”

“I get it. Ghosts and witches don’t get along. I take it then that there aren’t a lot of spells between the two — in a co-operative way.”

“Not even a playful, gag-gift kind of spell. Though there are plenty of ways to curse and destroy ghosts.”

Max made a show of weighing the options. “I think that might be a tad overboard for our needs. We only want to find him.”

“I will. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not. I trust you’ll figure it out.”

After washing up and putting on pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, Max shimmied under the covers of his bed. He held the journal on his chest. Part of him wanted nothing more than to spend a few hours reading whatever Aunt Holly had to offer. Part of him wanted to close his eyes.

As he debated the best course of action, the bedroom door opened. Sandra entered, resting her arm up the length of the door. “So, your mom is taking care of the boys right now.”

Max’s heart picked up its pace. “Could be a little bit before she gets back.”

“That’s what I’m thinking. And while I don’t mind her staying here —”

“Oh?”

Sauntering toward the bed, she said, “Maybe I mind a little, but I understand.”

“You are a very understanding person.” Max set the journal on his nightstand.

“So, while she’s been staying here, I’ve noticed a significant drop off in our time together.”

As she placed on knee on the corner of the bed, Max grinned. “I don’t know what you mean. We’re together at the office every day.”

Leaning forward so that he could glimpse her breasts, she said, “There’s other kinds of together time that we need to share.

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