I'll Get Back To You On That

by

~Miriah~of~the~Wind~

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Chapter 2: Up to Something

For now I put the book in the drawer of my desk to wait and see what would happen. My daughter had always been interested in religion. If she was really practicing the craft she would be looking for it. I heard Mozart running up to the door signaling that Jennifer had come back from school.

"Mom! I'm home!" Jennifer said as she walked through the door.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"It was fine. I got my math test back. I got an A." she answer.

"That's great, dear!" I responded. Jennifer left and went back up stairs.

It was an hour or so later that Jennifer came down looking worried. I was cooking dinner so I pretended not to notice. Jenny looked through the couch pillows and under the chairs.

"What are you looking for Jenny?" I asked, "Maybe I can help you find it?"

"Oh, it's nothing mom. Just a book I've seem to misplaced." She left in quite a hurry after that. That's when I really started getting suspicious thinking that she could be practicing the craft. Mozart once again ran up to the door in a frenzy to greet his owner.

"Hello, Motel. How was your day?" I asked.

"Tiring, as usual." He responded. My husband worked in a law firm in the middle of town.

"But how are you, my bashert?" He asked affectionately.

"Motel, I have to tell you something about Jennifer after dinner."

"Alright." Dinner went by as usual but I was dreading every second. I didn't know how Motel would react. I wasn't even sure what to do myself. If Jennifer was practicing the craft and I told her she couldn't it would only make her want to do it more. If I just let her go by... I didn't want to think about it. After dinner I led him into my room and showed him the book. Almost as instantly as I handed it to him the room brought down a certain chill.

"Where did you get this?" he asked.

"Sara. She found it in her room. She was trying to prove that Jennifer was a witch." Motel swore under his breath.

"What do we do?" He asked.

"I'm not sure." I responded, "I think we better go and confront Jennifer." He handed me the book and we both walked to Jennifer's room. She was lying on the bed talking on the phone to a friend.

"Jennifer, you can call them back later. Your father and I want to talk to you about something." I raised the book. Jenny's eyes were as wide as a rabbit's.

"Listen, Mary, I'm going to have to call you back. Okay. Bye." Jenny put down the phone.

"You've been in my room?" Jennifer asked.

"No. You're sister has." I gave the all famous mother's I'll-Get-To-You-Later look to Sara who promptly disappeared to her room.

"Jennifer," Motel started but he couldn't seem to get the words out. He did seem furious and I knew deep down he was also afraid for his daughter so I decide to step in and interfere.

"Jennifer," I said, "Your father and I don't...approve of magic. But tell us what you're doing and what's been going on."

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