Witches
“Outside, the snow was now a full-fledged blizzard descending upon a sleeping Boston, and the large house creaked and moaned as the winds tore at its outer shell. The kitchen, where Rebecca and Jessica, with bloodshot eyes, conferred over hot coffee at the kitchen table, was warm and cozy.
Rebecca had arrived about eight-thirty that evening on the last plane to slip through before the bad weather. Everything, the man at the departure desk had told her as she’d waited for Jessica to pick her up, was grounded. No more planes would fly in or out again until the weather conditions let up some. Too dangerous. Ice would form on the wings and down they’d go.
John and the girls had gone upstairs fairly soon after Rebecca had gotten to the house. The two sisters wanted to be alone so they could talk freely, and John, knowing what was going on, had taken the girls to watch a late movie on the television up in the den. He couldn’t help them with their problem; he knew nothing about witchc...raft, though he’d been a believer since the day he’d met Amanda and she’d done her disappearing act right in front of him.MoreLess
Rebecca had arrived about eight-thirty that evening on the last plane to slip through before the bad weather. Everything, the man at the departure desk had told her as she’d waited for Jessica to pick her up, was grounded. No more planes would fly in or out again until the weather conditions let up some. Too dangerous. Ice would form on the wings and down they’d go.
John and the girls had gone upstairs fairly soon after Rebecca had gotten to the house. The two sisters wanted to be alone so they could talk freely, and John, knowing what was going on, had taken the girls to watch a late movie on the television up in the den. He couldn’t help them with their problem; he knew nothing about witchc...raft, though he’d been a believer since the day he’d met Amanda and she’d done her disappearing act right in front of him.MoreLess
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