Witch Hunt
An Ophelia and Abby Mystery
Chapter One
The honeymoon was over. The sweet, quiet thirteen-year-old girl from last August had now, in May, morphed into a drama queen. In the evening, my phone rang constantly with calls from her friend, Nell, whom she'd spent the entire day with at school. One would think they'd talked over everything there, but evidently they still had important issues to discuss. Every weekend there was some event that required her attendance. And if she didn't go, she said she'd die. For a thirty-something librarian who had lived a peaceful life, becoming a foster mother was a change that had left me reeling. I was in over my head.
My beloved grandmother sat at her kitchen table and listened to my tale of woe with a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth. Her green eyes held a distinct twinkle.
"You think this is funny, don't you?" I said, leaning up against the counter in Abby's kitchen.
Her smile widened while she tucked a stray strand of silver hair back into the heavy braid coiled at the top of her head. In her seventies ... read full excerpt from Witch Hunt ebook
