Some Like It Witchy (27 page)

Delia smiled. Clearly, she heard, too. Lordy be, people over in Huntsville could probably hear.

Before she could say anything else, I quickly said, “I'll see you later, Mama!” And I hung up.

No scenes. No drama. No ruckus.

Shoo
. I couldn't help but think my mama had just jinxed this party seven ways to Sunday.

Maybe this shindig wasn't going to be as deadly boring as I had thought.

Which was just fine by me—I loved a front-row seat to drama.

Just as long as it didn't turn out plain ol' deadly . . .

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