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Authors: Makala Thomas

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A Witch Like No Other (15 page)

Pandora was amazed, but she held her tongue.
She

d
always seen Miriam as an independent sort of woman,
who

d
never take an order unless it was what she wanted. And it
wasn

t, but she was taking it anyway.

Dreamer couldn

t help feeling smug. Good.


So Miriam, you
planned to meet my husband here?”

He

s not your husband anymore,
Miriam wanted to blurt out, but her mouth was full of steak
and kidney pie. Swallowing hard, she gasped
“That

s why you

re force feeding me, right? As punishment!”


Don’
t be ridiculous,”
smirked Dreamer, as Pandora laughed. “Did you?”


Well… yes, but
it’
s not what it looks
like-”


What do you
want it to look like?” Dreamer quipped, still smirking.

Miriam foolishly opened her mouth to say she
wanted it to look like Ted was having some sort of affair with her,
then she closed it. Instead she said “What it is. Just me mentoring
Ted away from the clinic.”


Whatever
problems he had this morning are gone,” Dreamer replied. “We sorted
things out, which is why he didn’
t bother to come.”


Oh.”

Anger bubbled in the pit of her stomach. Ted
didn

t
bother calling to say he wasn

t coming-
didn

t
even care that Miriam could have been waiting a long time for him
to show up. To make things worse, Pandora said “Do you have a crush
on my dad or something, Miss Hughes?”


Don’
t be ridiculous,
Pandora,” said Miriam through gritted teeth: for the first time
ever, she wanted Pandora elsewhere. “That

s absurd.”


Not really, I
mean you-”


Hush,” Dreamer
commanded softly, and Pandora closed her mouth. “Miriam, I hope
you’
re being honest with
me.”

Miriam swallowed, the she said “I am- I

m being
honest-”


Look me in my
eyes and tell me you’
re being
honest, Miriam.”

Dreamer

s eyes became the only things she could see, dark
green whirlpools glittering in a void of darkness.


If you
aren’
t, I

ll know. If
you

re
planning to get your hands on Ted, I

ll find out.”


I… I…” Miriam
felt like she’
d pass out.
“I

m
not… he

s a friend.”


I can see
that. You’
ve helped him with
Pandora.”


Yes I have,”
said Miriam, heat rising. “While you-”


You know
nothing about what I’
ve been
through,” hissed Dreamer, making Pandora and Miriam recoil.
“Nothing.”


I know
enough,” Miriam said bravely. “You don’
t deserve Ted.”

The green eyes vanished, leaving Miriam
staring into darkness.


Miss? Would
you like your bill?”


What?”

Miriam blinked: she was back in the café.
Dreamer was sitting in front of her, Pandora playing with her
phone.


I’
m paying,” Dreamer said
quietly: the waiter blushed again as he handed her the bill, hands
shaking. Dreamer took the paper and looked at it, then she snapped
her fingers. A crisp ten pound note appeared with five pound coins,
the waiter yelping. Smiling at him, she said “There you go. Keep
the change for putting up with my friend here.”


T-thank you
Ma’
am,” he gasped, taking the
money and backing away. Dreamer frowned, thinking.


Miriam had
four cups of tea, each ninety pence, the lunch special is five
pounds, plus baked beans on the side which cost seventy pence, and
a large glass of cranberry juice cost two pounds…”

Pandora

s jaw dropped. Dreamer wasn

t even looking at a
menu, and it was her first time here in this town. Miriam was
gaping as well.


That makes
eleven pounds thirty,” said Dreamer, looking at the waiter. “Three
pounds seventy isn’
t much of a
tip, is it?”


What? Oh no
Ma’
am, it

s fine,” blurted the
waiter, his face bypassing red and turning purple. “Please,
it

s
the biggest tip I

ve got here-”


Really?”


Yes, I promise
you- it’
s no problem at all.
Thank you,” he gushed, Dreamer still frowning at him.


Are you sure
that’
s all you-”


Yes
Ma’
am it is. Thank you very
much, I-” he tripped over a chair as he backed away, then he said
“Please come again um… Miss Black!”


How do you
know my-”

Dreamer

s eyes landed behind him, her jaw dropping. The
television in the corner of the café had her beautiful face on, and
her mother

s as they took a call. Dreamer

s name streamed along
the screen, a voice saying “Please do not attempt to call
Dreamer

s hotline, for she is unavailable for the time being. For
further information, please go to AmazingAgnes.com.”

Everyone turned in their seats to stare at
Dreamer, then talk broke out.


Call the
press, call the press!”


We’
ve got a celebrity in
our town!!”

Miriam was pleased to see the pained look on her
friend

s face as she said “I don

t want any publicity-
I

m on
vacation.”


Vacation?”
said Pandora, hurt. “I thought you was here to stay,
Mum?”


Darling,
I-”

Dreamer wanted to say she was staying, but she
couldn

t.


Mum?” said
Pandora anxiously. “Aren’
t you
staying?”

Dreamer chose her words very carefully.


I will stay,
Pandora, after I do one more thing.”


What’
s that?”


Never mind for
now,” she said, Miriam scowling at her. She knew that look on
Dreamer’
s face: she was up to
no good.


And they
needn’
t know
I

m
staying either,” Dreamer said under the babble of excited people
looking her way. “Ok sweetie?”


Ok.”

 

* * *

 


Yo Stile,
it’
s lunchtime.”


I’
m not hungry,” Damon
answered, making the officer laugh.


What, so you
gone starve up in here?”


That’
s right.”


My Mama always
say who don’
t eat, dead. Who
dead, bury.”

Damon glared at him. “Get lost,
Dwayne.”


Hey, come eat.
You still gone be a murderer after some turkey ham, and your woman
still gone be dust. Come have some.”


I should knock
you out, you spangled little-”


Knock me out
if you will, just don’
t prick
me with a knife now.”


You-!!”

Dwayne slammed the cell door shut just in
time, locking it back.


Darn it,
Stile! I lost ma stud again. When you gone stop attacking me like
this, man? Am a black dude trying to help y’
all survive up in here, and this is the thanks I get?
Fine fool, starve. No turkey ham your way.”


I
don’
t eat turkey anyway,”
Damon replied. “I

m a vegan.”


Now shut yo
trap, Stile. You in
prison
now. You aint
getting

no menus up in here, you feel me? I bin
telling

you dis for three years an

you
still
aint
listenin

. When you gone understand you got another…” Dwayne
chuckled. “Another what, Stile? Ha, another what

s the name now… lemme
see. It

s comin

to me like dogs an

meat- just like these prisoners wid
their turkey ham!”


Get lost,
Dwayne!”


Don’
t worry man, I got it
now. Another
twenty
two
years, right? Oh darn it
Stile, why didn

t you tell me? Why didn

t you lemme
know?”


GO
AWAY!!”


Easy Stile!”
said another voice, a pair of blue eyes peering at him through the
tiny cell window. “What’
s
going on?”


P.C. Jones
wont leave me alone!”


Sarge, am
jus’
tryin

to get some food up in
his bony butt, and he yellin

at me like I

m his woman.” Dwayne
snapped his fingers to add effect. “Am jus

doin

ma job. What happen to
his woman again?”

Damon slammed his fist against the cell door furiously,
imagining it to be Dwayne

s face. It felt good, so
he repeatedly threw punches at the metal door: “Take that, you son
of a-”


Oh help us
all,” said Dwayne amusedly. “He finally cracked, Sarge!”


Stile, stop
that or I’
ll have you
sedated,” the other officer said firmly, but Damon
didn

t. Now he imagined the door was Ted Stone, his former best
friend. A punch for stealing his girl. A punch for having Marlon so
he couldn

t get her back. A punch for being the reason why Dreamer
got rid of his firstborn. A punch for everything.

Only when he saw blood on the door did he
stop, surprised.


I’
m bleeding!”


Oh, for
Heavens sake- P.C. Jones , go and consult the nurse.”


How

bout
you
get the nurse
and I

ll stay here?”


Now,
Jones!”


Yes
Sarge.”

 

* * *

 


What happened
to
you?”
said George, the cell door slamming shut behind
him. Damon shrugged, nursing his bandaged hand.


That idiot
Dwayne made me lose my temper.”

George grinned: he liked P.C. Jones. “What
did he say?”


He got to me
about Dreamer.”


Oh,” said
George, smile fading. “Ted, remember she’
s-”


I know. But
sometimes I feel… like she’
s
alive.”


What?”


It’
s just a feeling,”
said Damon, almost to himself. “It

s crazy, I know- but I
felt like I had a hole inside my heart up to three days ago… and
now I

m whole again. Do you think she

s alive?”

George didn

t know what to say.


She was
powerful,” Damon continued. “She might be back.”


It-
it’
s not possible,
mate.”


Why not?”
Damon demanded, heat rising.


Yes, why not?”
a voice echoed smoothly, making them jump and whip round to stare
at whoever spoke.

Dreamer Black was leaning against the wall
in the corner of the cell, highly amused as she listened to their
conversation. Damon stared at her, then everything spiralled into
darkness.

 

* * *

 


Stile, wake
up! Where’
s the ambulance, for
crying out loud?!”


It’
s on its way,
Sarge-”


Don’
t call an ambulance!”
said Damon groggily, opening his eyes. He was lying on the cell
floor, at least six officers around him.

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