sheâs a witch. She isnât, of course, but she doesnât like animals and Boo-Boo seems to have gotten on her bad side. We try to keep the two of them apart. Okay, Iâm off, kids.â Watson kissed Andrew and Karen good-bye. âIâll be home by one-thirty,â he told Mary Anne.
Mary Anne was just wondering how to entertain her charges when Karen began to talk. It turned out that she was a nonstop chatterer. âWeâre divorced,â she announced.
âYup,â said Andrew.
âOur parents live in different houses.â
âYup,â said Andrew. He sat down in a little wagon.
âOur mommyâs going to get married again.â
âYup,â said Andrew, pushing himself around the playroom.
âThen weâll have one mommy and two daddies.â
âYup,â said Andrew. He backed into a bookcase.
âAnd if our daddy gets married again, then how many mommies and daddies will we have, Andrew?â
âYup.â
Mary Anne giggled. âCome on, you guys. Itâs a sunny day. Letâs play outside, okay?â
âOh, great!â exclaimed Karen. âI have a new doll. Daddy bought her for me. She hasnât been out in the sun much yet. I think she should get a tan, donât you? Dolls can tan, you know. Of course, theyâre real anyway. They can do whatever people do. They can draw and break-dance and â¦â
Mary Anne was beginning to feel dizzy. âWant to play outside, Andrew?â
âYup.â
Mary Anne took the kids into Watsonâs big backyard. Andrew brought the wagon and pushed Boo-Boo around in it.
âIs he allowed to do that?â Mary Anne asked Karen. âYour father said not to touch Boo-Boo.â
âOh, he meant
you
shouldnât touch Boo-Boo. Youâre a stranger. But Boo-Boo knows us. He wouldnât hurt us.â Karen paused for a breath and went on. âYou see that house? The one next door?â
Mary Anne peered over Watsonâs rose gardens and between the trees. Next door was asprawling Victorian mansion, with gables and turrets and wooden curlicues on the porch. The paint was peeling and one shutter was crooked. Mary Anne said later that it looked dark and scary.
âYes?â she said to Karen.
âThatâs where the witch lives, right, Andrew?â
Andrew plowed the wagon into a tree and Boo-Boo leaped out. âYup.â
âItâs Mrs. Porter, and sheâs an honest-and-truly witch. Mrs. Porter isnât her witch name, though. Her witch name is Morbidda Destiny. The big kids on the street told me so. And she eats toads and casts spells and flies to witch meetings on her broomstick every midnight.â
Mary Anne stared at the house, nibbling away at her nails again. She wasnât sure what to tell Karen. If she told her the stories werenât true, she probably wouldnât get off to a very good start as a baby-sitter. If she agreed with Karen, sheâd practically be lying to her. At last she asked, âDo you believe in the stories about MorbâMrs. Porter?â
Karen nodded. âI have proof.â
âYou do?â
âYup. The proof is Boo-Boo. Mrs. Porter made him fat. One day when Boo-Boo was nice andskinny, he went into Mrs. Porterâs garden and dug up some of her flowers. Mrs. Porter came out and yelled at him and threw a fit. The next day he started getting fat.â
âYup,â said Andrew.
âSo now we have to keep Boo-Boo away from Mrs. Porterâs house. We donât want her to cast another spell on him. Making him fat wasnât so bad, but she might do something really, really mean.â
âWell,â said Mary Anne, âwe donât have to worry about it today since Mrs. Porterâs not at home.â
And it was at that
exact
second that Mary Anne saw a window shade snap up on the first floor of Mrs. Porterâs house. A wrinkled face with a big nose pressed itself