As I watched, Eunice came out the front door of the pawnshop with a large dresser on her shoulder. She heaved it into the Dumpster as easily as if she were tossing a garment into a laundry basket. I wondered exactly how much strength those muscles and sturdy bones held. Spot was gone and Grace was asleep, snug in her drawer. I went down to the grocery store and bought some sandwich meat and a package of frozen fried chicken. I grabbed a bowl for water. Grace accepted the bologna with delicate bites. I hoped it wouldn’t give her the runs. I opened the chicken and left the package on top of the dresser. Maybe it would thaw before Spot came back. I wore only my knives this morning. I decided I’d better check on Hildy and Eunice. I would not come between them, however; nor would I choose sides in any argument. I crossed the street and walked into a scene that reeked of ferocity and magic. Eunice had stripped the pawnshop of its contents, leaving lots of open space.
