Aunt Willa was incredulous. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” Aunt Tillie refused to back down. “Rosemary is only alive because of Bay. Her life is a freaking train wreck. You should recognize that, because your life has always been a train wreck.”
“I don’t think I like your tone,” Aunt Willa hissed.
“I don’t think I care.” For once, Aunt Tillie wasn’t in a joking mood. She was deadly serious. “Brian Kelly is at the very least going to be named a suspect in Paisley Gilmore’s murder. That will make him a pariah in this town. If Rosemary chooses to stay with him — which is a mistake — it will reflect badly on her and you. Do you want that?”
“He’s not a murderer,” Aunt Willa insisted. “I would know.”
“You can’t even see the truth of yourself,” Aunt Tillie fired back. “How can you see him when you’re oblivious about yourself?”
“I’m ... not.” Aunt Willa studied Rosemary’s profile. Her granddaughter was a disheveled, shaking mess. “I don’t understand how this happened.”
They were the same words Rosemary had spoken. “She allowed it to happen,” I snapped. “You helped it happen. There’s a lot for you two to break down. Just for the record, no matter what she says, she knows what occurred. She remembers. She was there. You can talk to each other about that, argue to your heart’s content, but we’re done with you.”
Aunt Willa rolled her eyes. “You’ve always been an ungrateful girl. It’s because you were raised by an ungrateful ass.” She gestured to Aunt Tillie. “I don’t believe a word you’ve said here today.”
“That’s your prerogative.” I turned my attention to the kitchen door as it swung open, smiling as my mother handed me a baggie full of bacon. “Thank you.”
“Terry called,” Mom said. “He’s on his way home. He said Landon is going straight to the guest house.”
That was my cue. I pushed myself to a standing position. “I need to get home.”
“We’re not done here,” Aunt Willa argued. “We’re nowhere near done.”
“Oh, we’re done.” I was fed up with her and everything she represented. “I have nothing left to say to you. As it is, it’s going to take days to clean up the mess your granddaughter left in our town. You need to go.”
“You can’t just kick me out of town.”
“I can, and that’s what I’m doing.” I started for the hallway. “You have three days. Pack up and get out.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll have every ghost in town haunt you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise.”
“She’ll make them sing show tunes,” Aunt Tillie warned. “Bad ones. You’ll never know peace again.”
Aunt Willa worked her jaw, searching for words. “This isn’t my fault,” she moaned. “I didn’t know.”
“You might not have known, but it is your fault,” I countered. “Now it’s time for you to do the right thing and fix what you broke. You can’t do it here, though. This is my town.”
Aunt Tillie smirked, but didn’t speak.
“Where are you going?” Aunt Willa demanded. “We’re nowhere near done.”
“I’m going home to feed my fiancé bacon and make wedding plans,” I replied. “He’s earned a mental break. It’s time you took responsibility. You’re just as much to blame for this as Brian and Rosemary are.”
“This is not my fault!”
I was too tired to keep pressing the issue. Instead, I met Aunt Tillie’s gaze. “Can you take it from here?”
She grinned and bobbed her head. “This is why two super witches are better than one. It would be my pleasure to finish this up.”
For once, I wholeheartedly agreed with her.
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If it Bleeds, it Leads
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The Preditorial Page
Misquoted & Demoted
Headlines & Deadlines
Misprints & Mistakes
Bylines & Skylines
Off the Record
Unwritten & Underwater
Extra! Extra! Dead All About It
On Deadline & Under Fire
Above the Fold & Below the Belt
Oracles & Obituaries
New Media & Old Grudges
Mayhem & Mistletoe
Weddings & Whodunits
A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Mystery
Any Witch Way You Can
Every Witch Way But Wicked
Witching You Were Here
Witching on a Star
Something to Witch About
Witch Me Luck
Life’s a Witch
Charms & Witchdemeanors
The Trouble With Witches
Murder Most Witchy
A Witch Before Dying
A Breath of Witchy Air
Witch, Interrupted
Flip the Witch Switch
Witchin’ Around the Clock
To Love a Witch
The Witch is Back
A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Short
Careful What You Witch For
Wicked Brew
On a Witch and a Prayer
You Only Witch Once
The Christmas Witch
Bewitched
A Solstice Celebration
Witchdependence Day
Happy Witchgiving
Merry Witchmas
Four-Leaf Clover
Thistle While You Work
Landon Calling
I Dream of Twila
How Aunt Tillie Stole Christmas
A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Fantasy
Witchy Tales
A Witch In Time
Make A Witch
A Witchmas Carol
All My Witches
Close Encounters of the Witchy Kind
An Aisling Grimlock Mystery
Grim Tidings
Grim Offerings
Grim Discovery
Grim Reunion
Grim Expectations
Grim Holiday
Grim Rising
Grim Tempest
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