~ part ten ~
They fell silent. George stepped forward. Em grabbed Sarah Good’s hand.
“Please join me in a silent prayer for our sister, Ann Hibbins,” George said. They bowed their heads and spent a few moments in silence. When it seemed like everyone was done, George said, “May she spend eternity at peace. May her soul heal from the injustice put upon her.”
“May she be at peace,” they said in unison.
They clapped and cheered for Ann. Wilmet gave a little bow for her role in the ceremony. With a nod to each other, the witches left the park. George stayed to talk with John. Alice and Em walked back to the store. Alice threaded her hand through Em’s elbow. They were almost to Boylston Street when Sarah Good’s helicopter buzzed overhead on her way back to New York.
“I saw you,” Alice said.
“You saw me what?” Em asked.
“You made that ball of energy, not Wilmet,” Alice said.
“I did not,” Em scowled at Alice.
“I saw you move your finger,” Alice said.
“I had an itch,” Em said.
“I don’t have any idea why you put up with her ‘I’m the strongest witch’ crap,” Alice said.
“Practice,” Em said.
Alice laughed. Em opened the door to the stairwell, and they went up. Alice stopped on the landing to Em’s apartment.
“Are you going to ask me in?” Alice asked.
“Are you eating breakfast?” Em asked.
“I will,” Alice said. “Mostly I wanted to know . . .”
“What?” Em scowled.
“Are you ever going to tell me what you did to Ann Putnam?” Alice asked.
Suffer a Witch continues...