I lounged on the bed while Tanya dressed in black jeans, black shirt and cute little hiking boots. “Okay, there is something odd about the Boklunds, particularly Quinby,” I said. “I think she’s a witch,” Tanya said. “Well sweetheart, you have that effect on other women – they get intimidated.” “No, Chris, I mean that I believe she is a real witch,” Tanya said, giving me the look she reserves for when I’m being slow. “Oh…why do you say that?” “See, I know that you look at them and see one quarter of a Swedish volleyball team, but I’m not blinded by blonde hair and big boobs. I’ve seen quite a few witches during my life, plus it’s one of those feelings I get like I’ve seen this before only I haven’t. Like déjà vu.” “Like your mother encountered something while you were unborn?” I asked. “Yes, precisely. One or two of her necklaces seem familiar in a witch way,” she said, working her thick midnight black hair into a ponytail. “Well, if I scan her aura I can probably tell right away,”
