Where in the World is Willard Kraft Part 6
"Sabrina, how much money do we lack now?" Hilda said as she worked on stacking a pile of money neatly up on the coffee table. Stacks of money borrowed and begged from every relative and friend that Hilda could find covered every available surface but Hilda was afraid that it still wasn't enough to free her sister.
"We still need two hundred thousand more, Aunt Hilda," Sabrina said with a shake of her head. She couldn't believe that this mess was happening to her family. She definitely dreaded going to school the next day and facing her classmates as the niece of an accused murderer. She had expected Valerie or Harvey to call to try to cheer her up but so far she hadn't heard a word from them. What if their parents wouldn't let them associate with her anymore because of the accusations against Aunt Zelda? She might have to spend the next two years having to deal with classmates who were terrified of her which was definitely not a pleasant thought.
"Two hundred thousand? Oh, boy!" Hilda muttered as she shook her head in despair. "Well, let's go and get something to eat. Then I can start calling more people. I wonder if the Other Realm University Alumni Association would be able to help? Zelda is one of their most famous graduates."
"If we can't free her and find out what really happened to Mr. Kraft soon, she'll be one of their most infamous graduates," Sabrina said as she followed Hilda into the kitchen.
As soon as the two witches were out of sight, Salem crept out of his hiding place under the sofa.. He looked at the nearest pile of money with a greedy gleam in his eye. Then he drug a small sack out and started stuffing money in as fast as he could.
"Vegas, hear I come! No one will ever notice this missing money with all of the money that's here!" he chuckled as soon as his sack was full. Just then he felt a sharp pain in his ear.
"Now how did I get a flea?" Salem muttered as he sat back and reached up with a paw to flick the flea off.
"stop!!!" he heard a shrill voice shout just then.
'Did that flea just talk?' Salem thought as he stopped in mid-scratch.