Back at home Janie thought over her mama’s words several times. “The black witch has your sister” she had said. Even Nate’s suggestion that her mama was feeling guilty about not keeping Cathy away from whatever was spooking her didn’t take away the feeling that those words stirred in her. The front door being unlocked interrupted her reverie and the sound of big boots being taken off and dropped next to the door made her smile. Her Julian was home. Several minutes later he stood in the doorway, the kitchen light brought out the places on the side of his head where his hair had gone white; the rest of his hair was still as black as it was the day they had met. How had 30 years gone by so fast? She had first seen him at a movie theater she had gone to with a friend. He was there with his brother and had sat behind them. The whole time the movie was playing he had tugged on a piece of her hair and then smiled when she turned around to glare at him. She had made sure to act really annoyed by the whole thing but she had secretly been happy to have his attention. Julian had been one of the older boys in the neighborhood. His brother younger Paul had girls throwing eyes his way wherever he went , but he was too full of himself for Janie’s taste. She liked how Julian was almost always quiet and serious. She had always assumed that Paul had put him up to the whole hair pulling thing, it had seemed unlike him. Now of course she knew that while Julian was serious and quiet with most people, with a select few he showed his sense of humor and playful side. She liked to see him talking with someone when he dared not say what he was really thinking. She already knew that if his eyes began to twinkle it meant that he’d have a really good joke about the situation later.
“Hey good looking, anything cooking?” he swooped down to give her cheek a quick peck.
“No, not yet, I hope you don’t mind left overs? I was at Nate’s house later then I thought I would be today. I still want to go take a shower before supper.”
“Okay. How is Margarita doing?”
“Mama is the same. She was mostly asleep until she sat up in bed and said something about the Black witch having my sister.”
“Why would she say something about that?”
“I don’t know, it’s been on my mind since we got back. I think I might go back over after my shower if that is alright? Oh, and Lucy is in her room I think she wanted you to fix a bookshelf for her.”