Where in the World is Willard Kraft Part 15
"Hello! Is anyone home?" Vesta called as she stepped through the linen closet.
"What are you doing here, Vesta?" Hilda said with a scowl. It seemed like relatives had been calling all day since they found out Zelda was at home to make sure that she planned to stay there. No one wanted to lose the money that they had lent for Zelda's bail. "Zelda's in bed. She isn't going anywhere. Your money's perfectly safe."
"That's good. She doesn't have a tv in her room, does she? I just wanted to warn you that the most horrible special about her is on the Witches' Entertainment Channel."
Just then the two witches heard a loud scream from Zelda's room. "What? Who zapped in a tv for her?" Hilda grumbled as they darted in to find Zelda sitting up in bed staring at a handheld television set in shock while Salem laid curled up on the bed straining to see the show.
"Zelda? Are you alright? Why don't you give me that?" Hilda said as she came over to the bed and tried to take the tv away from her sister. Zelda's fingers seemed to be frozen around it, though.
"I can't believe this," Zelda muttered. "The Vice Principal Ax Murder. How did they come up with this so fast?"
"We ought to sue them for slander. There was no ax involved in this, not to mention the fact that there was no murder," Hilda grumbled as she finally pried the tv away from Zelda and flipped it off.
"Hey! I was watching that!" Salem cried.
"No tv, cat, especially not awful tv movies about Zelda."
"I believe cousin ZsaZsa had something to do with that piece of garbage," Vesta said as she dropped into a chair beside Zelda's bed.
"ZsaZsa? How could she do that to us?" Hilda cried.
"Easy. They paid her a small fortune for it. Apparently, being related to a murderer is very profitable, especially during sweeps."
"I'm not a murderer! Willard's right there on Salem's ear! He's just not human anymore!" Zelda said.
"So he is," Vesta muttered as she looked down and spotted the flea. "So, how was your little experience in the mortal jail, Zelda? Are you still so fond of this realm after what they did to you?"
"There was no permanent damage," Zelda grumbled. She really didn't feel like defending her choices to Vesta at that moment. She was much too tired and she had so many more pages in the magic book to go through to try to find a cure for Willard.
Just then Sabrina came in covered from head to toe with eggs. "Sabrina, what happened?" Hilda cried when she saw her niece.
"Some kids egged the house and they had totally awful aim," Sabrina said. "If you think I look bad, wait until you see the porch. I wouldn't recommend going outside to look at the damage though. There are people driving by and taking pictures of the house. They kept trying to get me to pose for photos with them while I was being egg bombed!"
"Sabrina, maybe you should come and stay at the Pleasuredome with me until this mess blows over," Vesta said as she zapped her niece clean.
"Aunt Hilda, Aunt Zelda, can I?" Sabrina begged. "They're having Mr. Kraft's memorial service today and I don't even want to think about how awful things will be after that!"
"Of course you can go, Sabrina. I just wish we could go with you," Hilda muttered.
"Great! I'll go pack!" Sabrina called as she ran out.