Part 46 (1/2)
”Go to sleep, Austin.”
”The boss not back yet?”
”No, not yet.” Austin sprang up onto the coffee table and shoved aside a shallow bowl carved from alternating colors of wood and filled with a dusty collection of old birthday cards. ”She got a late start this morning.”
”You know she doesn't want me in here before she gets back.”
”I wanted my head scratched.”
”She's likely to be angry.”
”It's a worthy cause.”
Although he knew he should just turn around and leave, Dean sighed and scratched where indicated, unable to resist the weight of the cat's stare.
”Hey, go easy, big fella. I'm not a dog.”
”Sorry.”
”Of course you are,” Claire said stepping out of the wardrobe. ”The question is, why are you here?”
”It's Sat.u.r.day.”
”I knew that.” Setting a pair of plastic shopping bags, one stamped with a caduceus and the other with an ankh, down beside the cat, she began pulling out small packages tied up with string.
”On Sat.u.r.days, I do the grocery shopping.”
Understanding dawned. ”And you need money?”
Dean was quite certain he saw one of the packages move. Just to be on the safe side, he stepped back from the table. ”Unless you've already done it?”
”Not quite.” Leading the way to the office, she unwrapped half a dozen pieces of six-inch-high iron grillwork as she walked. ”I'm making imp traps this morning so instead of searching for the Historian, I went to the Apothecary for supplies.” The envelope had seventy dollars in it. Handing over the money, she said, ”Get what you usually get, but add a dozen bagels, ten kilograms of plain clay kitty litter, and a bag of miniature marshmallows, the plain white ones. The Apothecary only had four left, and that won't be enough if I have to reset the traps.”
”Four bags?”
”Four marshmallows.”
”You trap imps with marshmallows?” Dean asked, folding the money into his wallet.
”We've discovered they work as well as newt tongues and get you into a lot less trouble with Greenpeace.”
”What are the bagels and the kitty litter for?”
Claire snorted. ”The bagels are for breakfast, and the kitty litter is for Austin to...”
Dean raised a hand and smiled weakly. ”Never mind.”
”I thought we were going up to the attic?”
”We are.” Claire took several deep, calming breaths and picked up a bread stick from the counter. ”But first, I'm going to ward the door.”