Page 16 of When the Snowman Whispered
“And go to sleep.”
“Jesus Christ, woman! I need some help over here!”
“Stop yelling and breathe. You’re under a lot of stress. This is the first time you’ve been away from your girls. And let’s face it, baby, you’ve always been a little crazy—”
“I’m not crazy.”
“But we’re all a bit crazy.”
I threw the pen down and rushed back to the window. “Damn it! Santa is on the car, dancing and gyrating on the hood—”
“Lord. Lord.”
“Mom, I’m serious.” My fingers shook. Tears fell from my eyes. “I’m not having a break down. Something is happening.”
“Everything is going to be okay.”
“It’s not!”
“You want me to come over there?”
“Yes.”
“Me? The little old woman that’s close to Alzheimer and can barely see. You want me to get in my car and drive down the snowy road to save you?”
“Yes and bring all your magic stuff.”
“My magic stuff?”
“Crosses and things. I don’t know.”
“Your house and property is protected. I strengthen the foundation every week. There’s more than fifty herbs and barks that went into the chant. All types of blood.”
“Blood?”
“And prayers and sacred water. Nothing bad could break through to get you. Plus, you’re strong. You have my blood and brain and God’s light burning inside your body. You are fine. Nothing is going to mess with you. If this were evil, you would already be dead.”
My voice cracked. “You’re not coming?”
“Faith, I’m old and you’re high. Good night, baby and get some rest.”
“But, Mom—”
The phone clicked.
“Shit!” I dialed her back.
She didn’t answer.
I considered calling the cops and then put the phone down.
What the hell would I say?
I checked the window.
The snowman still stared back at me.
Santa returned to chasing mermaids. Those beautiful tailed-goddesses swam fast in the snow. Each time he came close, they splashed him with ice and giggled.
