“If you tell me to pee on this book, I might have to hit you with it,” I said to Myra as I glared at her from where I stood in the small kitchen.
She quirked an eyebrow. “It’s an idea.”
“A bad idea,” I pointed out.
“Do you have any alternative suggestions?” she asked.
I began pacing, which I seemed to be doing an inordinate amount lately…unless I was sitting and tapping my fingers on the table. The finger tapping seemed to annoy Myra, which, in my opinion, was a positive thing, but she didn’t quite feel that way.
“What about salt?” I said. “Isn’t salt used in spells and stuff?” I thought I remembered reading that somewhere. Or maybe Dayna had told me.
“Sometimes, but Hilda wasn’t a witch,” Myra said.
I pursed my lips and asked, “Are you sure about that? Everything surrounding t
