Witches in Flight by Debora Geary Read Free Book Online

husband just chuckles
and says it’s likely my fault.
    I only wish I could take the credit.
    The quiet story doesn’t end there, however.   Somewhere in the middle of all the
chaos, I realized that our Italian witch stood holding court over her pot of
sauce.   Not bewildered this time,
not scared and searching for a foothold.  
    We’ve always seen Elsie as a born organizer.   That’s far too sterile a term.   She’s a born matriarch.   And today, in that kitchen, I could
finally see it.   I wonder if she
does.
    Full
of noodles and headed to bed,
    Jennie
    ~ ~ ~
    Caro’s eyes flew open, the fog of sleep vanishing from her
brain.   She frowned at the streak
of moonlight kissing her cheek—it wasn’t moonbeams that had woken her up,
even frisky ones.
    Elsie was dreaming again.
    The trapeze dream had ebbed in the past few nights.   Snippets still flew in Elsie’s sleeping
head, but usually not with enough emotional force to wake anyone else up for
long.   Caro reached out
gently—no, Lizard was still sleeping.   Good—and a smart thing for all witches to be doing at
3 a.m.   She stretched and gave her
pillow an extra squoosh, enjoying the feel of the soft silk yarn under her
cheek.
    She’d just settled her eyes closed when Elsie’s dream trail
started up again.   Disjointed and
blurry, but with the deep ruts of a dream played over and over.   Strange.   Caro pulled down her mind barriers a little more
tightly.   The girl hadn’t asked for
monitoring, and purposely intruding on someone’s sleeping thoughts was far
outside of ethical.
    But it was interesting, and a little concerning, that Elsie was
dancing under the stars held by a sexy cowboy with Freddie’s face.   It didn’t take a psychology degree to
interpret that one.   The girl
needed a father—and a little sexy dancing in the moonlight.
    Both were important.   And both could dig Elsie into a world of trouble, even with the newly
bold head on her shoulders.   Or
perhaps because of it.

Chapter 5

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    To: [email protected]
    From:
Vero Liantro < [email protected] >
    Subject:
Re: One tired monkey.
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    Lovely
Jennie,
    I hope you’ve slept well, nestled in the comfort of being
home.   You and I have always been
witches who ranged far and wide with ease—and I think for world
travelers, coming back to our roost is a particular pleasure.
    It doesn’t surprise me in the least that Witch Central adopted
Freddie and his wife—we have big hearts, but we would have treasured him
simply for loving one of ours.   It
also doesn’t surprise me that the witch leading the envelopment was
Aervyn.   Tell him to enjoy driving
Freddie’s bus (how could that not happen one day soon?)—and perhaps
suggest that he keep the wheels on the ground.   Our Freddie might not be used to witchling antics just yet.
    Melvin would like to know why I’m giggling.   I don’t precisely know, but I liked
Freddie very much in our brief time together at the Starry Plough.   And it was clear that he has the kind
of steady rock in his life that I do with my Melvin, so I’m sure I’ll very much
enjoy his wife as well.  
    It sounds like we may need to brave Jamie’s computer transport
again soon.   If anyone had told me
I’d be beaming around like those cute boys from Star Trek, I’d have eaten my
rather ample corset—but Realm’s taxi service has some lovely benefits,
even if I do feel a bit concerned part of me might not make the journey.   Jamie assures me I have nothing to be
worried about, and Melvin tells me I’ve done far crazier things in my life.
    He might have a point.
    It occurs to me that perhaps Lizard has brought her worlds
together in preparation.   I think
that her next step is to honestly see the woman she’s become.   Letting us all look at her at the same
time is a good first step.
    Then again, we weren’t all there.   She still keeps that