Tia, who glanced through it. It was a miniature globe, but when turned, it focused on a close up of North America, then Florida, then a small house in a small neighborhood.
âWhy would a fairy godmother be in Florida?â
Connie took the marble back and dropped it in her pocket. âGuess weâll find out when we ask her.â
11
T he broken-down house might have aspired to be a charming cottage in its heyday, but itâd long before abandoned such ambitions and was little more than a decaying ramshackle home in desperate need of repair. A window was boarded up. The lawn was nothing but dirt and yellowed grass.
âThis canât be it,â said Tia.
Connie checked the marble, which was flashing with a soft light, humming in her hands. Itâd been doing so since theyâd landed in Florida.
The front gate was rusted shut, but they walked around through the gap in the fallen picket fence beside it. Connie tried the broken doorbell. She knocked. Nobody answered.
âMaybe sheâs not home,â said Tia.
Connie knocked again. Harder, this time.
âGo away!â shouted someone from inside the house. âNo solicitors!â
The door wasnât locked. Connie pushed it open. Beforeshe could take a step inside, a lightning bolt blasted a hole in the door. Connie and Tia jumped back.
âI said, âNo solicitors!âââ yelled Grandmother Willow. âGet the fuck out of here, or Iâll shove this wand so far up your ass, youâll swear I enchanted your colon.â
To illustrate the point, a few flashes and thunderclaps echoed from inside.
âThis is the place,â said Connie.
She slipped on her iron knuckledusters.
Tia said, âYou arenât going to just kill her, are you?â
Connie shrugged. âThat was kind of the plan from the start.â
âYou canât seriously be planning on beating a fairy godmother to death with your bare hands? Thatâs pretty brutal.â
Connie tightened her grip on her knuckledusters. âWhy did I bring you along, again?â
âSo youâd have someone to talk you out of doing something youâd regret.â
âI can hear you out there!â shouted Grandmother Willow. âGet off my property!â
âYou donât know if killing her will even solve your problem yet,â whispered Tia. âWhat if it only makes it worse? Or maybe you need her alive to reverse the spell. Did you think of that?â
Connie mumbled, âNo, I guess I didnât.â
âHey, Iâm your friend. If I thought it would help you, Iâd hold this old lady down while you bashed her skull in.â
âNo, you wouldnât.â
âNo, I wouldnât. But I wouldnât blame you for wanting todo it. We have to be smart about this. You should talk to her before you kill her. If you decide you still want to kill her.â
Connie grumbled. âI guess youâre right.â
âYou know Iâm right.â
Grandmother Willow, in a dirty pink bathrobe, flung open the front door and stepped onto her porch. Her hair was a mess. A cigarette hung from her lips, and her eyes were bloodshot and sunken.
âDonât say I didnât warn you!â
She pulled a gray mouse from her robe pocket and dropped it at her feet. She waved her wand, which sparked and sputtered as it sprinkled glittering dust onto the rodent. The mouse grew into a hulking brutish humanoid covered in fur with an adorable face and twitching ears.
âShow them the way out, my dear.â
The mouse monster scampered away, seeking shelter under an old, rotted tree in the yard. The uprooted tree fell over and smashed a hole in the houseâs roof. The monster cowered under a few roots.
âDamn it.â Grandmother Willow shook her wand. âThis fucking thing isnât worth a damn anymore.â She pointed the wand at Connie and Tia, but before Grandmother Willow could