~ part six ~
“Whatcha thinking?” George said from the doorway to her office.
“About love,” Em said. “Client leave so soon?”
“Bathroom,” George said. “She got very upset. Had a mascara emergency.”
“What’s going on, Em?” George asked.
“Just Alice,” Em said.
George gave her a knowing nod. His client came up behind him, and they left for his reading room. Em got up and went to see if there were any remaining customers. Sarah was upstairs cleaning up, so the store was almost empty, and Shonelle was working the register.
“How serious is it with this boy?” Em asked.
“I don’t know,” Shonelle said. “I met him this morning at the Bishop memorial.”
“Bishop memorial?” Em shook her head.
“You know Bridget Bishop?” Shonelle asked.
“Bridget Bishop?” Em asked. She forced herself to make a little shake of her head as if she hadn’t known Bridget for the last three hundred years.
“I can’t believe you don’t know this,” Shonelle said. “She was the first Salem Witch to be hanged. Today was the anniversary of her hanging.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Em said. “That Bridget Bishop.”
“Yeah.” Shonelle gave Em a “You’re-old-and-useless” look. Em smiled.
“How was the memorial?” Em asked.
“I cried,” Shonelle said. “Poor Bridget. Can you imagine? They didn’t break her neck, so she choked and gasped for breath for more than ten minutes.”
Shonelle’s eyes filled with tears and she shook her head.
“Pretty awful,” Em said.
Em couldn’t help but rub her own neck. Shonelle caught her gesture and assumed it was in sympathy for poor Bridget Bishop.
“So you met this guy at the memorial?” Em asked.
“He was running it,” Shonelle said. “They’re having another on July 19th. But get this . . .”
Shonelle watched a customer walk by them. She leaned into Em.
“He says he caught the spirit of Bridget on film,” Shonelle said. “You know what that means, don’t you?”
“No,” Em said.
Suffer a Witch continues...