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jumped out of the car and held the door open for them. They drove off.
    I was sad that Mathilda was going. I wouldn’t have minded at all if she had stayed. As the hearse drove slowly past Barry and me, Great-aunt Emilene stared straight ahead like a statue, but Mathilda looked out of the window and waved. It was a small wave. I waved back.
    They had not gotten far when the hearse came to halt and then started reversing down the lane. Aunt Tabby saw it coming. She slammed the front door with a bang, and I am sure I heard her bolting it and putting the chain on. Great, I thought. Mathilda has changed her mind and she is going to stay too. But it was Perkins who got out. He didn’t say a word. He just put some money for the bat poo in the box, heaved all the bat poo sacks into the back where the coffin had been,slammed the tailgate shut, and zoomed away.
    â€œStrategic advertising,” said Barry, sounding smug. “Always works.”
    Now that Barry had sold some poo he was in a good mood, so I said, “Barry, have you come across any werewolves around here?”
    â€œWerewolves? Well, no. Although last year…”
    â€œDid you find one last year?” I asked.
    â€œâ€¦I saw a really good movie about them,” he said.
    â€œOh. So nothing hiding underneath the bat poo then? Or creeping along behind you in the basement corridors?”
    â€œNo,” said Barry, “because werewolves don’t exist except in stories. Now Araminta, I’m going to fill some more sacks right away because it’s not good for business to let thestock run out. That way you lose potential customers. Would you like to come and help?”
    â€œNo thank you, Barry,” I said politely, since I knew he was trying to be nice. I wanted to ask him more about werewolves—like what else he thought could be hanging around staring at me with horrible flashing eyes, growling, and eating all my cheese and onion chips—but I decided not to. Instead I would get my Werewolf Trapping Kit together, trap the werewolf, and then they would all have to believe me.
    So for the next few days that is what I did. And it was a good thing I had something to do because my former best friend, Wanda Wizzard, was not my best friend anymore. In fact she was more like my best “fiend,” and I think she was haunting me. Everywhere Iwent I seemed to bump into her, and wherever she was, there was Max Spookie, following her around like her own little puppy. Yuck. Clearly Wanda has no taste when it comes to friends—apart from me, of course. Which is, as Uncle Drac says, the exception that proves the rule.
    First I found them in the ghost-in-the-bath bathroom, where Wanda was letting Max play with her acrobatic pet mice, which she never lets me touch. They had a whole mouse circus set up inside the haunted bath, which looked like fun.
    Later I bumped into them in the long corridor that leads to the back door; Wanda was letting Max ride her new bike, which she won’t let me near. He kept falling off and was obviously useless at riding a bike. But whenWanda saw me, did she say, “Oh, hello, Araminta, would you like a ride on my new bike too?” No, she did not. She said, “Oh, hello, Araminta, can Max borrow your skates?” Then she acted all shocked when I said, “No way .” Max just smiled a smug smile right at me and said, “Do not worry, Araminta. I do not like to skate.”
    When he smiled he showed vampire teethat the corners of his mouth! They were nothing like Uncle Drac’s; they were really sharp, like little needles. In fact they were so sharp and pointy that they looked like the real thing—the biting kind .

    I kept staring at Max, hoping for another look at his teeth, but he stopped smiling and stuck out his tongue at me. Then he fished a bag of candy from his pocket and said, “ Wanda , would you like some candy?”
    And Wanda said, “Ooh, yes please ,