Alpert. Meredith was at a beautiful desk made of some black wood ornamented with designs in gilt, working at a computer that had been left on. “The Salem girls accused people of hurting them — witches, of course. They said they were pinching them and ‘pricking them with pins.’”
“Like Isobel blaming us,” Bonnie said, nodding.
“And they had seizures and contorted their bodies into ‘impossible positions.’”
“Caroline looked as if she were having seizures in Stefan’s room,” said Bonnie. “And if crawling like a lizard isn’t contorting your body into an impossible position…here, I’ll try it.” She got down on the Saitous’ floor and tried to stick her elbows and knees out the way Caroline had. She couldn’t do it.
“See?”
“Oh, my God!” It was Jim at the doorway of the kitchen, holding — almost dropping — a tray of food. The smell of miso soup was sharp in the air, and Bonnie wasn’t sure if it made her feel hungry or if she was too sick to ever be hungry again.
“It’s okay,” she told him hastily, standing up. “I was just…trying something out.”
Meredith stood up too. “Is that for Isobel?”
“No, it’s for Obaasan — I mean Isa-chan’s grandma — Grandma Saitou—”
“I told you to call everybody whatever comes out naturally. Obaasan is fine, just like Isa-chan,” Meredith said softly and firmly to him.
Jim relaxed a hair. “I tried to get Isa-chan to eat, but she just throws the trays at the wall. She says that she can’t eat; that somebody’s choking her.”
Meredith glanced significantly at Bonnie. Then she turned back to Jim. “Why don’t you let me take it? You’ve been through a lot. Where is she?”
“Upstairs, second door on the left. If — if she says anything weird, just ignore it.”
“All right. Stay near Bonnie.”
“Oh, no,” Bonnie said hastily. “Bonnie is going with.” She didn’t know if it was for her own protection or Meredith’s, but she was going to stick like glue.
Upstairs, Meredith turned the hall light on carefully with her elbow. Then they found the second door on the left, which turned out to have a doll-like old lady in it. She was in the exact center of the room, lying on the exact center of a futon. She sat up and smiled when they came in. The smile turned a wrinkled face almost into the face of a happy child.
“Megumi-chan, Beniko-chan, you came to see me!” she exclaimed, bowing where she sat.
“Yes,” Meredith said carefully. She put the tray down beside the old lady. “We came to see you — Ms. Saitou.”
“Don’t play games with me! It’s Inari-chan! Or are you mad at me?”
“All the sechans. I thought ‘Chan’ was a Chinese name. Isn’t Isobel Japanese?” whispered Bonnie from behind Meredith.
One thing, the doll-like old woman was not, was deaf. She burst into laughter, bringing up both hands to cover her mouth girlishly. “Oh, don’t tease me before I eat.It a dakimasu! ” She picked up the bowl of miso soup and began to drink it.
“I think chan is something you put at the end of someone’s name when you’re friends, the way Jimmy was saying Isa-chan,” Meredith said aloud. “And Eeta-daki-mass-u is something you say when you start eating. And that’s all I know.”
Part of Bonnie’s mind noted that the “friends” Grandma Saitou had just happened to have names starting with M and B. Another part was calculating where this room was with relation to the rooms below it, Isobel’s room in particular.
It was directly above it.
The tiny old woman had stopped eating and was watching her intently. “No, no, you’re not Beniko-chan and Megumi-chan. I know it. But they do visit me sometimes, and so does my dear Nobuhiro. Other things do, too, unpleasant things, but I was raised a shrine maiden — I know how to take care of them.” A brief look of knowing satisfaction passed over the innocent old face. “This house is possessed, you know.” She added,“Kore ni wa kitsune ga karande isou da ne.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Saitou — what was that?” Meredith asked.
“I said, there’s a kitsune involved in this somehow.”
“A kit-su-nay?” Meredith repeated, quiz-zically.
“A fox, silly girl,” the old woman said cheerfully. “They can turn into anything they like, don’t you know? Even humans. Why, one could turn into you and your best friend wouldn’t know the difference.”
“So — a sort of were-fox, then?” Meredith asked, but Grandma Saitou was rocking back and forth now, her gaze on the wall behind Bonnie. “We used to play a circle game,” she said. “All of us in a circle and one in the middle, blindfolded. And we would sing a song.Ushiro no shounen daare? Who is standing behind you? I taught it to my children, but I made up a little song in English to go with it.”
And she sang, in the voice of the very old or the very young, with her eyes fixed innocently on Bonnie all the while.
“Fox and turtle Had a race.
Who’s that far behind you?
Whoever came in Second place Who’s that near behind you?
Would make a nice meal For the winner.
Who’s that close behind you?
Lovely turtle soup For dinner!
Who’s that right behind you?”
Bonnie felt hot breath on her neck. Gasping, she whirled around — and screamed. And screamed.
Isobel was there, dripping blood onto the mats that covered the floor. She had somehow managed to get past Jim and to sneak into the dim upstairs room without anyone seeing or hearing her. Now she stood there like some distorted goddess of piercing, or the hideous embodiment of every piercer’s nightmare. She was wearing only a pair of very brief bikini bottoms. Otherwise she was naked except for the blood and the different kinds of hoops and studs and needles she had put through the holes. She had pierced every area Bonnie had ever heard that you could pierce, and a few that Bonnie hadn’t dreamed of. And every hole was crooked and bleeding.
Her breath was warm and fetid and nauseating — like rotten eggs.
Isobel flicked her pink tongue. It wasn’t pierced. It was worse. With some kind of instrument she had cut the long muscle in two so that it was forked like a snake’s.
The forked, pink thing licked Bonnie’s forehead.
Bonnie fainted.
Matt drove slowly down the almost invisible lane. There was no street sign to identify it, he noticed. They went up a little hill and then down sharply into a small clearing.
“‘Keep away from faerie circles,’” Elena said softly, as if she were quoting. “‘And old oaks…’”
“What are you talking about?”
“Stop the car.” When he did, Elena stood in the center of the clearing. “Don’t you think it has a faerie sort of feeling?”
“I don’t know. Where’d the red thing go?”
“In here somewhere. I saw it!”
“Me, too — and did you see how it was bigger than a fox?”
“Yes, but not as big as a wolf.”
Matt let out a sigh of relief. “Bonnie just won’t believe me. And you saw how quickly it moved—”
“Too quickly to be something natural.”
“You’re saying we didn’t really see anything?” Matt said almost fiercely.
“I’m saying we saw something supernatural. Like the bug that attacked you. Like the trees, for that matter. Something that doesn’t follow the laws of this world.”
But search as they would, they couldn’t find the animal. The bushes and shrubs between the trees reached from the ground up in a dense circle. But there was no evidence of a hole or a hide or a break in the dense thicket.
And the sun was sliding down in the sky. The clearing was beautiful, but there was nothing of interest to
