The Witches Page #2

Little by little, with a tug here and a pull there, she brought me out of my sadness.

[both laughing]

[man singing]

Oh, you need love now

Just as bad as I do

[older Hero] But even though my own darkness was being lifted, there was another dark shadow looming nearby.

Very nearby.

I didn’t know it, but I was about to meet my first witch.

Curses. [hissing]

[coughing]

[man singing] All right

Lord have mercy!

[Grandma] Raymond.

Raymond.

You call these fresh?

But we just got them in.

When? Last year?

Look at how yellow they are.

And those brown spots around the edges.

I’m not gonna waste good bacon drippings on these shriveled-up weeds.

Can you get me some fresh greens if you don’t mind?

Yes, ma’am.

I’ll see what we have in the back.

You do that.

[TV playing indistinctly]

Grandma, can I get these nails to make Daisy a house?

[Grandma] Hmm.

[doorbell jingles]

Well, these aren’t galvanized.

You have to use galvanized nails so they won’t rust.

But galvanized costs .35 cents more.

Safety first.

Yes, ma’am.

You cut yourself on a rusty nail, you can get lockjaw.

Yes, ma’am.

And then I’d have to flush out your system with liver oil, garlic juice,

Tabasco sauce.

You wouldn’t want to go through that now, would you?

No, ma’am.

Good.

Remember, safety first.

[coughing]

[older Hero] Grandma knew how to fix all kinds of ailments.

She learned from her grandma how to use herbs and potions and strange incantations to make sick people good as new.

Here in Alabama, where she grew up,

Grandma was known as a healer.

[whispering] Galvanized.

[in raspy voice] Boy.

[drawling] Boy.

Do you like sweets?

[snake hissing]

She is tame.

Very sweet.

[hissing]

Give her a kiss.

[Grandma coughing]

[Grandma] Young man.

You want those nails, you better come on…

[continues coughing]

Yes, Raymond, that’s more like it.

[Hero] Grandma, I need to tell you something!

Not now, son.

But, Grandma… [coughs] I thought you wanted those nails.

Forget it. Let’s just go.

[continues coughing]

Yeah.

Let’s just go.

[thunder rumbling]

Hey.

Son, what were you trying to tell me in the grocery store this morning?

You were shaking like a leaf.

Don’t worry about that, Grandma.

I just want you to feel better.

I feel fine.

You just tell me what you were trying to say.

Looked like you were about to have a conniption fit.

[sighs heavily]

I don’t know what I saw.

It was a scary lady.

She called to me.

But when she did, when she talked, her mouth… Was she wearing gloves?

Long ones, up to her elbows?

Was she wearing a hat?

It looked like she had a towel on her head or something.

And when she talked, did her voice sound ugly and scratchy like an outhouse door swinging on a rusty hinge?

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