Part 13 (1/2)
Jasper didn't move from his spot. It almost seemed as if he was guarding something.
Anica looked at him. ”I had Lily buy this sandwich as a gesture of goodwill, but you don't care, do you? The thing is I need to take you back to the apartment.”
Jasper stared at her without moving.
”I apologize for not keeping you safe,” Anica said. ”I needed to go to the shop and I hated to ask Lily to come over again. I thought Julie would work out. I never dreamed Edna was such a nutcase. I'm sorry for the trauma, Jasper.”
Still he didn't come to her.
Anica sighed in frustration. ”Look, I have something to say, and I don't want Julie to hear it. Could you come a little closer? I won't make a grab for you, I promise. It's just that this is a sensitive topic.”
Jasper stood, stretched, and moved another three feet toward her.
He was still out of reach, but if she lunged at him, she might be able to get her arms around him and hold on. She'd promised him she wouldn't, though, so she resisted the temptation.
Keeping her voice low, she laid out her proposition. ”I've been selfish to try and solve this on my own. Or just with Lily's help. I wanted to keep it quiet so my parents wouldn't find out, or the rest of the magical world, for that matter.”
c.o.c.king his head to one side, Jasper seemed to be listening intently.
”I can't keep making you drink that potion when I don't know if it will ever create a permanent change. I'm shooting in the dark, Jasper, and I've finally admitted that's not good enough.” She took a deep breath. ”I'm going to call the couple that Lily met, the ones who are on the Wizard Council, and ask them to help me reverse this spell.”
Jasper's chest heaved as if he, too, had taken a deep breath.
”Will you come home with me so we can get to work on that?”
Instead of moving forward he looked over his shoulder at the cardboard box.
”Come on, Jasper. Everything will be okay.” She really thought he'd come over to her, but instead he turned and walked back to the cardboard box.
She slumped in defeat. She'd promised him that she wouldn't trick him in order to capture him, but maybe she shouldn't have made that promise. ”I don't know what to do, Jasper. Tell me what you want me to do.”
Sitting down near the opening of the cardboard box, he meowed in a way that was almost a command.
”Do you want me to come over there?”
He meowed again. Then he crawled inside the box.
Curious now, Anica walked over to the cardboard box, got to her knees on the dirty pavement of the alley and peered inside. Jasper sat near the opening, but farther in a pair of cat eyes glowed in the shadows.
The unknown cat hissed a warning. But that wasn't the only noise coming from inside the box. Soft mewling sounds mingled with the warning hiss.
Anica turned to stare at Jasper in wonder. ”You brought me over here so I could help them, didn't you?”
Jasper met her gaze and began to purr.
Chapter 12.
Transporting the mother cat and her two kittens back to the apartment building was more of a project than Jasper had antic.i.p.ated. He'd been so tempted to leave them there, go home with Anica and forget the homeless family ever existed. Although he wasn't normally into acts of charity, the sight of that emaciated mother trying to nurse her hungry babies probably would have haunted him forever.
Lily had gone off to buy a carrier, and by the time she returned the mother cat had devoured every bite of the chicken sandwich that had been meant for Jasper. He tried not to mind too much. After all, Anica was about to risk public humiliation in front of her magical community for his sake, so he should be able to sacrifice a little chicken. Besides, Anica would feed him as soon as they got home.
The chicken helped soothe the mother cat's fears, but she still might not have gone in the carrier if it hadn't been for Julie. That girl had a way with cats, it turned out. She talked to the mother in a soft crooning voice as Lily and Anica transferred the first kitten.
There were only two, so it shouldn't have been tough, but the moment the first was in, the mother cat leaped after it and tried to take it back out. Anica managed to get the second kitten in the carrier before that could happen, and the family was confined.
”I'm taking them.” Julie picked up the carrier and started out of the alley.
”We can trade off,” Lily said. ”They'll get heavy.”
”I don't mind,” Julie said. ”But I meant I'm taking them to my apartment. They can stay with me until the kittens are old enough to adopt out. Then I'm keeping the mother. Come to think of it, I might keep both kittens, too.”
”What about your allergic brother?” Anica scooped Jasper up in her arms and he offered no objection. He was happy to be going back to a warm apartment where no one would throw bricks at him.
”You know, I just realized that I don't want to go through the rest of my life not having cats because of my brother's allergies. He doesn't have to have animals if they bother him, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't get some.”
Jasper thought that was a fine att.i.tude indeed. From his new perspective of having bricks thrown at his head, he could see that pets needed all the friendly humans they could find. He'd never realized how dangerous the world could be for an animal. To think he'd come d.a.m.n close to losing his boys. Too d.a.m.n close.
In a restored Victorian house on the edge of the town of Big k.n.o.b, Indiana, Dorcas Lowell was trying to get an oil stain out of her husband Ambrose's good designer slacks when the phone rang. She detested laundry and had tried various magic spells to get rid of the stain, but she'd only smeared it. She would have turned the job over to her husband, but he was worse at laundry spells than she was and he'd ruin the slacks for sure.
She wouldn't have to be doing this if he'd give up that ridiculous red scooter he'd insisted on buying a couple of years ago. He thought he looked like a biker dude on that contraption, which was now acting up and throwing out oil on his good slacks.
”Ambrose! Phone!” Working on the stain wasn't the sort of job Dorcas wanted to interrupt for a phone call and return to later. Once she'd launched herself into the task, she wanted it over in three minutes or less, not dragged out by interruptions.
Finally she realized that Ambrose wasn't going to answer and, even more irritating, he'd forgotten to turn on the answering machine. He hadn't mentioned going out, but for all she knew he was riding around town on that blasted scooter, deep in his h.e.l.l's Angels fantasy, getting more oil stains on his clothes.
”Zeus's b.a.l.l.s.” She abandoned her stain duty in the laundry room and walked into the kitchen. She could just let the phone ring, of course, but intuition told her the call was important. The caller was persistent, at any rate. Dorcas had a habit of counting rings, and this was the tenth. The caller still hadn't given up.
Dorcas picked up the cordless from the wall mount beside the kitchen window. ”h.e.l.lo?”
There was a slight hesitation, as if the caller was deciding whether to speak or hang up. ”This is Anica Revere,” a woman said at last. ”My sister, Lily, tends bar at the Bubbling Cauldron on Rush Street in Chicago.”
”I remember Lily.” Dorcas had been quite taken with the tall brunette. Lily might need to ground herself a little more but she had s.p.u.n.k. Dorcas admired that in a witch.
”She gave me your number. I . . . I have a problem and I need some help.”
As Anica told her story, Dorcas gazed out the window toward the lake. The ice was melting, which meant that the two lake monsters, Dee-Dee and her mate, Nor-ton, would soon want to come out of their cave under the water and take moonlit swims with their growing children.
The lake monsters had to be careful that the residents of Big k.n.o.b didn't see them, which was becoming more of a challenge now that there was a whole family of them living in the lake. Ambrose had erected a flagpole down by the sh.o.r.e, which he'd billed as a patriotic gesture. In reality it was a signaling device. When the flag was right side up the lake monsters had to stay hidden. When it was upside down they were free to come out.
But as Dorcas concentrated more fully on Anica's problem, she decided the lake monsters would have to wait another week before they began their swimming season. Dorcas and Ambrose were needed in Chicago.
”We'll be there first thing in the morning, Anica,” she said. ”In the meantime I'll do some research on the spell you cast. Because I don't know what we're dealing with, I think it's better if we meet you at a place where Jasper can't hear what we have to say.”
”Then come to Wicked Brew.” Anica gave the address. ”Can you make it by eleven?”
”I think so.” Dorcas winced at how early they'd have to be on the road, but she shouldn't complain. Not so long ago they weren't allowed to leave Big k.n.o.b at all. They'd been sent here-banished, in fact-to rehabilitate George, the dragon who had been s.h.i.+rking his job as Guardian of Whispering Forest. The Wizard Council had decreed that they couldn't leave, not even for a vacation, until George had earned his golden scales.