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"How nice!" Rosemary said, her face lighting up with pleasure. "It's so ridiculously hard to make friends here. The neighbors all seem so busy. They didn't even invite me in when I stopped by to introduce myself."

"I doubt that Mrs. German is your type," Ted said. "Besides, don't you think our weekends should be devoted to family? Sarah, what's this about switching topics for your history paper? It seems pretty late in the game for you to do that. Isn't that paper due right after Thanksgiving?"

"I picked the wrong subject," Sarah said. "It's not working out. I'm going to do my paper on the Boston Tea Party."

Before he could pressure her further, she hurried on past him into the house.

She expected to find Kyra in the living room watching television or jabbering on the telephone, but the room was empty. As Sarah started down the hall toward her bedroom, she began to allow herself to hope that Brian was the only one of Ted's children who had come back to the house with him. When she opened the door to her room, however, that hope was vanquished by the sight of Kyra, standing at the bureau rummaging through one of the top drawers.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sarah demanded. "That happens to be my drawer."

Kyra froze and then turned slowly to face her.

"I was looking for my rhinestone earrings," she said. "You know—the ones Eric gave me for my birthday."

"What would they be doing in my drawer?" Sarah asked coldly.

"I couldn't find them anywhere at home," Kyra said. "Then I remembered that the last time I wore them was the night Dad took me out to dinner and I spent the night here afterward. So I thought that maybe I left them here and you found them."

"If that had been the case, I would have dumped them into one of your drawers," Sarah said. "The last thing I'd ever do is steal a pair of junky earrings with gaudy fake diamonds." Her gaze quickly took in the rest of the room. "What's my closet door doing open? Did you think you'd find your earrings on a hanger?"

"It's my closet too," Kyra shot back defensively.

"In name only! You've never kept anything in it." Sarah walked over to the closet and peered inside. "You still don't have anything in it. You weren't hanging up stuff of your own, you were rooting through my stuff!" Her eyes flew to the shelf at the back of the closet where she kept her tote bag. "You've been into my pack! It's unzipped!" She glanced down at the floor. "And my shoes! You've even been into my shoes—they're all neatly in line!" She turned back to Kyra, her eyes blazing. "If you've been into my bureau and closet, you've probably been into my locker at school! You must be the one who left the crow!"

"What crow?" Kyra asked innocently.

"Don't pretend you don't know about that!" Sarah said. "You either did it or you got your girlfriends to do it!"

"I don't know anything about any crow," Kyra insisted.

"Or the picture of the gallows that was shoved in my locker?" Sarah didn't bother to wait for a reaction. "What have you done to turn everybody at school against me!"

"I didn't have to do anything," Kyra said. "This is my hometown! I was born here! You don't belong here! Everybody knows that your mother broke up my parents' marriage. There's no way Rosemary could have done that if you hadn't bewitched my father!"

"Get out of this room!" Sarah told her, shaking with fury.

"It's my room too!" Kyra said, crossing her arms in a gesture of defiance.

"I warn you, if you stay in this room one more minute, you're going to regret it!" Sarah gestured toward the paperweight on the desk. "You know the damage I can do with that when I choose to! I can give you the kind of future people only know in nightmares!"

Kyra turned pale and began to back away from the bureau without even bothering to close the drawer.

"Make sure that you pass that message along to your friends," Sarah told her ominously, fueled by the astonishing effect of her ludicrous statement. Tell them that if they do anything more to Charlie or me, I'll see that they—that they—" She searched frantically for the ultimate threat. "I'll see that they go up in flames and lose their legs exactly like poor Mr. German!"

"It's true!" Kyra whispered, stumbling backward across the room. "You are just what they say you are! You're an honest-to-God witch!"

"You'd better believe it!" Sarah snarled dramatically. Dropping the books on her bed, she stalked toward Kyra with arms extended and hands contorted into claws.

With a whimper of terror Kyra whirled and bolted from the room.

Sarah shoved the door closed and sagged against it, panting from exertion, as if she had been engaged in a physical battle. She could not believe the effect that her performance had had on Kyra! The girl had actually believed Sarah was capable of putting a curse on her!

"I bet that's the last time she gets into my things," Sarah muttered victoriously. Kyra, of course, would describe the scene to her cronies, probably embellishing it so that smoke poured out of Sarah's nostrils, which would end any possibility of Sarah's forming friendships in Pine Crest. She would finish up the school year alone, except for Charlie, but she wouldn't be missing much. These weren't the kind of people she wanted for friends, and college would open the door to a whole new social life.

Now that the room was her own again, she went over to her bed and, for lack of anything better to do, picked up one of the books Charlie had loaned her. She intended only to skim it, but became so caught up in it that she was startled when Brian rapped on the door to summon her to dinner. When she arrived at the table, she was pleased, but not particularly surprised, to discover that Kyra had pleaded a headache and gone home. As soon as the meal was over and Sarah had done her share of cleaning up the kitchen, she returned to her room and plunged back into her reading.

"So what did you find out?" Cindy Morris asked eagerly.

The group of girls was gathered in the kitchen at the rectory. Cindy almost always had the house to herself on Saturday evenings, when her father conducted counseling sessions at the church and her mother presided at meetings of the Women's Auxiliary.

Kyra sat stiffly in a straight-backed chair at the end of the kitchen table, both nervous and pleased to be the center of such concentrated attention from the most popular girls in the school.

"I didn't find physical evidence," she admitted reluctantly. "I think I would have, though, if Sarah hadn't walked in on me. She seemed scared when she found me searching through her drawers."

"Oh, damn!" Debbie Rice said. "I was hoping that you might have found a rag doll with pins stuck in it or maybe a melted wax statue—something we could show to Mr. Prue or to Cindy's father."

"I don't have physical evidence," Kyra repeated. "What I do have, though, is her verbal confession that she's a witch."

"She came right out and told you!" Leanne Bush gasped.

"Not only that, but she threatened all of our lives," Kyra said. "She said for me to tell you that if we don't do exactly what she wants us to, she will—and I'm quoting her exactly—'give you the kind of future people only know in nightmares.' She vowed to set us on fire and burn us alive!"

"I told you!" Misty Lamb exclaimed, beginning to tremble. "She has powers that go beyond anything any of us can imagine! I didn't realize, though, that she was that evil and vindictive!"

"She caused your mother to get a concussion," Cindy reminded her.

"Well, yes—she did see Mom fall when she looked in the crystal."

"She didn't just see it, she made it happen! There was nobody else in the kitchen. Your mother wouldn't have gone crashing to the floor unless somebody shoved her."

"Danny and his friends have been watching her house," Jennifer Albritton said. "Danny said one night when the moon was full, Sarah went creeping out to cast spells on her neighbors. She paused in front of each house and put a hex on it. When she caught on to the fact that he was following her, she disappeared! She just vanished into thin air! One moment she was there, and the next she was gone!"

"Bucky told me that on another night, she opened her front door and stood staring out at them," Leanne said. "There was nothing to lead her to do that, she just sensed that they were there. She must have sent the black cat out to spy on them, because the minute she appeared in the doorway, it materialized out of nowhere and jumped into her arms. She cuddled it up to her face, and they whispered to each other. Her animal familiar can talk to her!"

Jennifer turned to Cindy. "Should we go to your father?"

"We can't do that without presenting him with evidence," Cindy said. "Our only real proof that Sarah's a witch is the way she can tell fortunes and put curses on people. If we told Dad that, we'd have to explain how we know it, which means that we'd have to confess that we got our fortunes told."

"You can't do that!" Kyra exclaimed in immediate panic. "It would get us in terrible trouble!"

"Why are you so upset?" Leanne asked in surprise. "Sarah never told your fortune."

"I was thinking about the rest of you," Kyra said hastily. "And of course I'm concerned about Eric. She cast a spell on him and forced him to assist her. From what Eric's told me, she was doing those readings in my father's apartment on Barn Street. Trespassing on private property is a criminal offense, and all of you did it when you went there. If Dad finds out about that, he'll go through the roof. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if he filed lawsuits against all of you."

"I wish you could have taped her confession," Jennifer said.

"I wasn't prepared," Kyra said. "The last thing I ever expected was that she would admit to it."

"Maybe we could get her to confess again, and this time record it—"

"That'll be the day!" Leanne said. "Can't you just imagine the conversation? 'Sarah, dear, we'd like you to walk up to this microphone and confess that you're a witch so you can be properly punished for your wrongdoings and so you and your mother can be ridden out of town on a rail.' Sure, she'll agree to that!"

"What if we don't give her a choice?" Debbie said.

"What do you mean?"

"There are ways you can force people to confess to things."

"If you're talking about physical torture, forget it," Kyra said. "I'm not going to be a part of anything like that."

"We don't need you to be a part of anything," Debbie said. "If you want to bail out, you can do it and forget you ever talked to us. I guess I was mistaken, but it was my impression that you wanted Sarah and her mother out of the picture so your dad would come back to the family."

"I do," Kyra said. "But not like that."

"Debbie didn't mean that we'd hurt her," Cindy said reassuringly. "All we would ever do would be to scare her a little. Kyra, I truly believe that's all it would take to send that mother-daughter team of witches back where they came from. We just need to get Sarah someplace where we can put a little pressure on her."

"How about inviting her to the beer bust?" Leanne suggested.

"The beer bust?" Kyra repeated in bewilderment.

"The football team always throws a kegger up on the hill on the Friday after Thanksgiving," Leanne explained. "It's a secret tradition."

"She'd never come," Misty said. "Not even if we invited her."

"She would under the right circumstances," Debbie said. "That crow sent a pretty strong message. A witch who finds a dead familiar in her locker has to realize that the people she's harmed are not incapable of violence."

"Sarah mentioned a crow," Kyra said. "I didn't know what she was talking about."

"Bucky did it," Leanne said hastily. "I never even touched it."

"You touched it when you put it into her locker," Misty said.

"My skin didn't touch it. I wore gloves."

"That's over and done with," Cindy said. "That's not what we're here about. The issue, Kyra, is whether or not you're one of us. Leanne and I are going to be graduating in the spring, and there are going to be a couple of slots open on the cheerleading squad. The student body votes, but that's only for show, the squad and the team call the shots with word-of-mouth promotion. It's very important that we make our decision carefully. We're together all the time at practices, and we travel to out-of-town games together, and it wouldn't work out to have somebody we couldn't get along with."

"All I did was ask about the crow," Kyra said meekly.

"Like I said, that's beside the point. Are you ready to be one of us?"

Was she ready to have the dream of a lifetime come true?

"If we're only going to scare her," Kyra said, "then of course I am."

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

"Have you read them yet?" Charlie asked her on Wednesday morning.

"I've read a couple of them," Sarah said, sending a newspaper soaring across a brown lawn to land precisely on a doorstep.

"Well, what was your reaction?"

"The concept is fascinating." Sarah craned her neck to look back as the door of the house opened. A woman in a terry-cloth bathrobe bent to scoop up the paper without having to step outside. "Did you see that pitch? Am I good, or am I good?"

"My wrist had better heal fast, or you're going to steal my route," Charlie said. "So, okay, the concept is fascinating. My question is, do you think there's any validity to it?"