They were in the swamp, on the other side of the lake from the house and Nilah was trying without success to call a cat, not just any cat but according to Nilah, her spirit cat, which Baby didn’t think she could do. Baby was sitting on a log while Nilah placed black candles in a circle. She had made a big deal about rubbing oil on them before she placed them around the crystal that was lying in the center of the circle. Baby wasn’t sure how long that Nilah had been trying to call the cat, but she was getting tired and wanted to go back to the house. It was hard to judge the time because they were deep in the swamp. Baby couldn’t see Maisie House from here, but she thought it had to be close to dinner time. If she wasn’t back at the house by the time her mother was ready to leave, she’d have to hear her mouth and she didn’t feel like explaining what she and Nilah had been doing.
Baby looked at Nilah from her seat on the log. Nilah was perfect, tall but not too tall, she had long hair and she was pretty. She even had a shape and Baby knew when her shape finally developed, she’d probably look just like her mother, round and dumpy, not long and flowy like Nilah. Baby hated her. She was thinking about how much she hated Nilah while Nilah tried casting her spell, again.
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