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slacker revenge.” She began to pull apart another
dandelion. “But I still think we should ask your grandma to throw a
voodoo curse on the Vickster. Think of all the fun we could have
with one of those voodoo dolls. We could stick pins in it, twist
its limbs in ways God never intended, set it on fire, flush it down
the good old commode, pour hot wax--” Mary put her hand over
Rachel’s mouth to cut her off. If she didn’t, she may very well not
get a word in until Rachel passed out from lack of oxygen and then
what she had to say wouldn’t matter, seeing as how Rachel would be
unconscious.
    In a slow, clear voice, Mary reminded her, “Gran
doesn’t do voodoo. She’s a good witch.” Remembering the time, Mary
dropped her hand and looked at her watch.
    "Speaking of, I’ve got to go. She’s probably
fixing dinner, and I should set the table.”
    Rachel jumped up and began vigorously brushing
herself off with a pout on her lips. “I knew it! You won’t let me
Nair bomb Vicky, you won’t show me how to make voodoo dolls, and
you always remember to do your chores! You’re not really an
outcast, loner, anti-establishment teenager at all. You’re really a
secret agent, sent by my father to instill a good influence on me,
aren’t you?”
    Mary solemnly nodded. “Yes, you’ve found me out.
Under this latex, I’m actually a 35 year-old man from Nova Scotia
whose interests include polka music, macramé, and professional dog
racing.”
    Rachel tilted her head and winked. “Really, do
you have a girlfriend?”

    ~~ ~~ ~~

    Mary lived with her maternal grandmother. Her
parents had died in a car crash when she was three. Mary’s
grandmother was her only living relative. She and Gran hadn’t had
an easy life. Gran was a fortuneteller by trade, but trade hadn’t
always been forthcoming. Mary could remember some months being very
tight. They’d never gone hungry, but theirs wasn’t a name brand
lifestyle. None of this had mattered too much to Mary. She loved
her grandmother and considered her the center of her world. She’d
do anything for her. Plus the fact that she shuffled Tarot cards,
read palms, and made charms had made her the coolest grandmother in
the world.
    They lived in a two story house. Gran and
Grandpa had bought it in their twenties. It wasn’t glamorous, and
it may have a few drafts and a touchy heater, but it was the only
home Mary had ever known, and she loved it. She let herself in
through the front door and called out, “Gran, I’m home!”
    Nobody answered her. She set her book bag down
in the living room and walked to the back of the house. The curtain
to Gran’s ‘office’ was drawn. Mary stared at the length of cloth in
puzzlement because she didn’t recall a client being scheduled for
that hour. As she pondered the curtain, goose bumps erupted up her
arms as a cold prickle ran down her spine. There was an
otherworldly presence in the next room. Spirits often manifested
like alien air currents like the one Mary felt now, and Gran was
channeling it. Mary inched forward to listen in, but all she caught
were a couple of indistinct voices before the alien air current
shifted and enveloped her in its presence.
    “ Arf! Arf!”
    “ What the--?” she stumbled back and fell
down with a thud. The voices behind the curtain stopped.
    A hand swept the curtain back, and Mary looked
up at her wild-haired grandmother. She always teased it up for the
clients. She had on her Gypsy clothes as well. They weren’t
Gypsies, nor were the clothes a part of Gypsy culture, but the
clients preferred she wore a long, patchwork skirt and ruffled
blouse rather than a floral embroidered track suit. They wanted her
to look ‘authentic’. Gran was willing to wear a rubber nose and
tutu if they paid her fees without grumbling.
    “ Mary! You’re home!” Gran’s face cracked
into a huge welcoming smile. She leaned down and helped her up off
the floor. Mary was about to ask Gran what she’d been channeling
when