massaged him with it. I couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like he might have smiled.
Tiago flapped his wings and squawked, his attention focused on the wand. Something about it was familiar enough to remind him of something he’d seen before—and he made it perfectly clear what that was. “Oh, yes. Baby, yes. Deeper, deeper. That’s it. Faster! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Give it to me!”
“Come on, come on, little raccoon.” I begged, ignoring the vulgar parrot. Tears were once again flowing down my face.
In my earlier haste to get the raccoon inside, I’d left the door open. Of course, someone just had to walk by. It was one of the other guests, a woman, and her reaction to what she saw when she looked in was priceless—probably one for the Guinness Book of World Records in the category of ‘Insane Women.’
“What the hell are you doing? Sicko! Pervert! Sodomizing a raccoon with a sex toy?” I could hear her continued shouts as she turned and ran across the parking lot.
Another woman popped her head in the doorway. She was a petite African-American woman, around forty years old. I recognized her from my earlier visit to the motel office; her name was Sophie. I tucked my wand away under the comforter before she spotted it. I really didn’t want to be accused of sodomizing a raccoon again.
“Is everything okay in here?”
“No. I hit this cute raccoon on the road. The vet won’t help. I don’t know what to do,” I sobbed.
“Raccoon? Let me take a look.” Sophie carefully examined the animal. “At least he’s still alive.” She cocked her head and studied its face, which I thought was very odd. “I think I know of someone who can help. She has a way with injured animals.”
“Really? Is she a veterinarian?” My spirits lifted at the thought of being able to save the little critter.
“Not exactly. Her name is Zelda, and her house is only a few minutes from here. Smack dab in the middle of town. You can’t miss it. She owns the big white Victorian place with the turrets. Got a wraparound porch, and flowers everywhere. Just take the raccoon there and tell her what happened.”
“Would you come with me, Sophie? Please?”
Sophie stared at the raccoon, apparently trying to decide if she’d take me to Zelda’s. “I prefer not to get involved in matters like these.”
“Involved? Matters like these?” I couldn’t help but sound befuddled. It was just a raccoon, after all.
“Oh, what the hell. I’ll go along with you. But you’re driving.” She bundled the raccoon up in my sweater and handed him to me. “We better make it quick. He’s in bad shape.” It was refreshing to find someone as concerned as I was about an injured animal.
Tiago fluttered onto my shoulder as we climbed into my oversized vehicle. He hated being left alone.
Sophie gave me directions as we navigated the small town, but like she said, you couldn’t miss Zelda’s house. It was indeed in the center of town, which seemed to be the historical district, and there was no way to miss those large round turrets. Under better circumstances, I would’ve enjoyed learning more about the history of the town. These houses looked like they had plenty of stories to tell.
A worrisome thought crossed my mind. What if Sophie was one of the witches I’d been warned about? I didn’t entertain my anxiety by speculating further but it was a reminder not to let my guard down.
In the course of turning onto Zelda’s driveway, one tire hopped over the curb and took out a mound of purple coneflowers. For a newbie witch, I was definitely racking up victims.
If only I’d known how many.
Chapter Six
S ophie headed to the door while I carefully gathered the raccoon. By the time I reached the door, Sophie was talking quietly to a stunning red-headed woman. From their silence upon my arrival, they must have been talking about me.
“Zelda? Hi, I’m Jessica. Sophie said you might be able to help this raccoon. I…” I didn’t even