against the panes of glass.
Karen saw the face, too. âAugh!â she screamed. âThatâs Morbidda Destiny! Sheâs home after all! Whereâs Boo-Boo? Whereâs Boo-Boo?â
Mary Anne began to feel afraid again. She knew there were no such things as witches (were there?), but the face at the window didnât look very friendly. And Andrew was crying, and Karen was panicking.
âAll right.â Mary Anne tried to remain calm. She thought about what Watson had told herâthat Mrs. Porter was just an eccentric old lady. âLetâs look for Boo-Boo, you guys,â she said.
âWe donât have to,â wailed Karen. âI see him. Heâsââ Karen gulped. She pointed her finger. âHeâs in Morbidda Destinyâs garden!â
âWell, Iâll just go get himâsomehow,â said Mary Anne, remembering that she wasnât supposed to touch Boo-Boo, let alone pick him up.
âSheâs already gone from the window!â Karen cried. âSheâs coming to the door! I know it.â
âOkay, okay. Karen, youâre in charge of Andrew for a few minutes. You stay in the yard with him and watch him. Iâll be right back.â
Mary Anne said her heart was pounding as she crossed Watsonâs yard and stood at the edge of Mrs. Porterâs property. Boo-Boo was about ten feet away from her in the middle of some chrysanthemums, digging away happily.
âBoo-Boo,â Mary Anne called softly. She glanced at the house. No sign of Mrs. Porter. Maybe she hadnât seen Boo-Boo. âBoo-Boo,â Mary Anne called again. âCome here.â She snapped her fingers.
Boo-Boo didnât even look up.
âYoo-hoo! Boo-Boo!â Mary Anne stepped closer. Boo-Boo sat down and scratched himself. âBoo-Boo. Hey, fat cat!â
âBoo-Boo. Hey, fat cat!â called a croaky voice.
Mary Anneâs heart just about stopped beating. She whirled around. As she was whirling, she could hear Karen shrieking in Watsonâs yard. Behind Mary Anne stood ⦠a witch. âHonest to goodness,â she told me later. âShe looked just like a witch from a picture book.â
Mrs. Porter, or Morbidda Destiny or whoever she was, was dressed in black from head to toe. Her hair was gray and frazzly. There was a wart on the end of her nose. She was carrying what Mary Anne at first mistook for a broom, but which turned out to be a rake.
âThat fat cat,â said Mrs. Porter, shaking the rake with every word, âis digging up my mums.â
âI know, I know. Iâm sorry. Iâm trying to get him out for you.â Mary Anne decided to forget Watsonâs warning. She stepped right into the garden and reached for Boo-Boo.
Boo-Boo hissed and swiped at her with his paw, claws extended.
Mary Anne jumped back.
âThat does it, girlie,â said Mrs. Porter. She jumped into the garden and waved the rake at Boo-Boo.
Boo-Booâs eyes opened wide. He leaped over a bush of golden mums and streaked away.
Luckily, he streaked back into Watsonâs yard.
Mrs. Porter shook her rake after him. âRapscallion!â she cried. She headed for her house. Mary Anne could hear her muttering things like âChildren and petsâ and âDarned nuisance.â
Back in Watsonâs yard, Karen greeted Mary Anne tearfully. âDid you hear that? It was a curse!â
âWhat was? âRapscallionâ?â Mary Anne asked, looking nervously over her shoulder at the chrysanthemum bed.
âYeah!â
âNo, that wasnât a curse. Thatâs a real word. She was calling Boo-Boo a name, but she did
not
put a spell on him.â
âAre you sure?â
âPositive. Right, Andrew?â
âYup.â
âI donât know,â said Karen. âI donât know.â
âLook,â Mary Anne went on. âDid you see MorbâMrs. Porter mixing up herbs or looking for
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