“Mom, that’s the weirdest thing you’ve come up with yet.” Kay Kay stood with the pay phone pressed to her ear and a bewildered look on her face.
“Reading tea leaves is an old and respected science,” Ethyl Esther’s soft voice trembled in defense. “And Madame Borovatski has been doing it for thirty-five years.”
“Madame … you mean that old witch who lives behind the liquor store?”
“Katie! That’s not nice. Madame Borovatski isn’t a witch. She’s just a little different from everyone else. And besides, she doesn’t live behind the liquor store, she lives OVER it. That’s completely different.”
“Okay Mom, I won’t even ask why that is. My big question is: why do you have to do this now? I’m gonna be home for spring break in three weeks, can’t you at least wait until I can go with you?”
“No, Katie-poo, I can’t. I’ve been cooking at the Crawlback Inn for almost two years and things have gone missing at least once a month since I began. I could almost understand it when he just took food, but now he stole my entire week’s menu. That’s just mean.”
“You keep saying ‘he’ like you already know who it is.”
“Oh, Honey, there’s only one person we know who would be cantankerous enough to steal the menu plan and food measurements - just so I had to do it over. I mean really.”
“Yeah, so if we know who it is, why do you have to go see Madame Whatsis?”
“Because I have to be sure. I can’t get him back if I’m not one-hundred per cent sure.”
“Whatever you say, Mom. Listen, there are other people waiting for the phone so I’ve gotta go. Love you.”
“Oh I love you too, my Katie-watie.”
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