Where in the World is Willard Kraft? Part 17
Zelda was laying in bed trying to sleep when Salem came into the room and hopped up onto the bed beside her. She stretched out a hand and absently patted the cat.
"Ask how she is!" Willard cried to Salem. He hated it that his Zuzu was so sad and that he wasn't able to comfort her. His voice was too inaudible for her to hear him and he definately didn't trust that cat to tell her anything besides the most basic information.
"The flea wants to know how you are," Salem said with a frown. He hated that bossy little parasite and he couldn't wait until they found a way to change him back.
"I'm fine, Willard," Zelda said with a sad smile. "I'm just sorry that this happened to you. Tell me, do you remember anything about how you wound up as a flea?"
"Not really," WIllard relayed through Salem. "All I can remember is jumping out of the car and starting to run away when I felt this awful tingle and then I was living on your cat."
"Haven't you found anything in the magic book?" Salem asked.
"Not yet. It would probably help if we knew which witch did this. If we knew, maybe she could be forced to reverse the spell," Zelda said. She hated not being able to solve problems. As a scientist, it left her feeling frustrated and upset. "Willard, I hate to ask, but the police found a ring in your office. Could there be a connection between that and this woman?"
"I don't see how. I suppose they didn't even look at the inscription on the ring," Willard said and then quickly shut his mouth before he could say too much. He didn't want to spoil the surprise if he every was turned back into a human being. Just then, he remembered something about the woman who had done this to him. "I don't know if this helps but I just remembered that she had an accent."