~ part ten ~
George put his arm around her, and she nestled into him.
“What I want to know is why all this is coming up now,” Em said. “I’ve seen Alice at least once a week for more than two hundred years. She’s never asked about the Putnams or Benoni. Suddenly, she wants to know what happened to them and who Ben’s father was and . . .”
“I want to know what Ann Hibbins meant by ‘Good Luck,’” George said.
“That did seem ominous,” Em said. “Any ideas?”
“We did just see John Parker’s devil inside,” George said.
“I wonder if something is happening astrologically,” Em said.
“Astrology?” George sneered.
“We’re witches, George,” Em said. “Astrology goes with the territory!”
“Feels . . . anti-Christ to me,” George said.
“Oh,” Em said with a sigh. “I doubt Christ cares about astrology.”
“What would he worry about then?” George asked.
“How ’bout the devil inside John Parker?” Em asked.
The way George made the sound, he could have been agreeing or disagreeing with Em. She looked up from her knitting to find him looking at her.
“What?” Em asked.
“I’ve wondered what it would have been like to have married you then, in Salem,” George said.
“I doubt I would have had so many kids,” Em said.
“No birth control.”
George wiggled his eyebrows to remind her of how much he liked sex. She laughed. They fell silent. The only sound was the clicking of Em’s knitting needles.
“I don’t know,” George said, finally.
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t know why all this Salem Village crap has come up now,” George said. “While I was running yesterday, I was thinking of suing to finally get my salary.”
“Suing the heirs for your salary from 1680?” Em smiled.
“Plus interest,” George nodded.
“What?” George asked.
“Dog. Bone,” Em said.
George laughed. When his laughter faded, he turned to Em.
“You’re the most powerful witch I’ve ever met,” George said. “Use your skills, Em. Why is this here now?”
“You know what?” Em asked.
“I’ve given enough time today to all this crap,” Em said. “Ann’s ceremony, questions from Alice, now this. I realized we’ve had an abnormally long life. I still don’t want to waste it. I’d rather enjoy today.”
“But . . .”
Em set her knitting down and got up from her seat. She gave him an alluring look before heading toward the bedroom. When he didn’t follow her, she pulled off her top and dropped it on the floor. She was unzipping her pants at the door to the bedroom. She turned to look at him.
“Dog,” he said. “Bone.”
Em made a sharp whistle.
“Come!” she ordered.
Laughing, he followed her into the bedroom.
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