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polished
teak.
    “ `Tis dark sight is all,
Master Tony,” she said, waving the dagger like a wand. “When
shadows lurk in shadows, one can see but naught. `Tis only light by
dark sight doth shadows grow and thus we see.”
    “ What?”
    “ It’s called dark sight,
basic level one shit,” said Lilith. “You gather energy from around
you and use it to see in pitch darkness.”
    “ Does it work?”
    “ Aye,” said Ursula. “What
light doth come in wake of morrow lingers still yet night doth
borrow.”
    I pointed at Ursula. “Again, I’m sorry dear,
but what the fuck?” To Lilith I said, “Can’t you teach the girl
modern English. She will never fit into society talking like
that.”
    “ Yes and you will never
fit in with our new coven unless you exercise witchcraft more
often.”
    “ I told you, I have a job
that takes priority.”
    “ And that’s all right. But
you spend more time clipping your toenails than you do practicing
witchcraft.”
    “ You told me to cut my
nails because you said I stab you when we….” I looked at Carlos and
then at Ursula. “You know.”
    “ Have sex, I know. It’s
okay. You can say it. I think Carlos and Ursula know we have sex,
Tony.”
    “ All right. I’m just
saying.”
    “ And I’m just saying. You
need to practice witchcraft more often and try to be more tolerant
when I practice it.”
    “ Why don’t you
compromise,” said Carlos, who until now seemed content just
standing back watching the show.
    “ Excuse me?”
    “ Sure.” He pointed at
Ursula and then at me. “Lilith, why don’t you promise to help
Ursula with her modern English, and Tony, you promise to practice
more witchcraft?”
    I looked at Lilith. Her hooked brow told me
the Cuban Doctor Ruth might have something there. “It is not a bad
idea,” I said.
    “ No, not bad,” she
replied. She looked at Ursula. “Would you mind, Urs?”
    She gathered her lips in a ripple,
considered it briefly and answered, “Methinks not, my blood. If
thee wish it so, I shall try but gladly.”
    Lilith nodded.
    “ Great,” I said.
“Done.”
    Ursula pointed the dagger at me and shook it
loosely. “But hark thee my words, lest thou forget. Thrice be thy
luck of bad and not if thou profess and squander.”
    I shook my head. “See, this is what I mean.
I have no idea what the hell she just said.”
    “ She is telling you not to
fuck up,” said Carlos.
    I gave him a warning look. “Who asked
you?”
    He didn’t even blink. “Got anything to
drink?” he asked.
    Lilith gestured toward the kitchen. “Iced
tea in the fridge. Help yourself.”
    “ Thanks.” He crossed the
room, tapping my arm as he walked by me. “Want some?”
    I waved him off. “Lilith, what is that thing
Ursula is holding?”
    “ What, this?” She put her
hand out and Ursula passed the dagger to her.
    “ Yes. That.”
    She held it up for my inspection. “It’s
called an athame. Every witch should have one, including you. Mine
is over a hundred and fifty years old.”
    “ Does Ursula have one,
too?”
    “ She did.”
    Ursula said, “They took it when they hanged
me. I kept only my witch’s key, which I hid up my––”
    “ Uh-uh. I don’t need to
hear that, Ursula. Lilith. I came home to get the thing for
Spinelli.”
    “ Thing?”
    “ The thing you told me not
to forget.”
    “ The stone,” said Ursula.
“What say thee, pray tell, wait and I shall gather it.”
    “ Sure, go
ahead.”
    She ran off to the bedroom to get the stone.
I turned to Carlos, who was standing in the doorway between the
kitchen and living room. “Almost ready, amigo?”
    “ Almost,” he said, and he
tipped his drink back to finish it, allowing the ice to slide down
the glass and dam against his nose. He placed the empty glass on
the kitchen table when he was done, something that would have
earned me demerit points from Lilith. Carlos received barely a
second look. “Ready now.”
    I nodded toward the door. “Let’s go.”
    Ursula returned