The Fairy Godmother Part 137

The Fairy Godmother Part 137

“Mirror, mirror,” Myrtle said, looking at a rather ancient compact mirror that hadn’t seen the light of day for many years.

“Hello,” said the mirror. “I haven’t had a message like this for, I don’t know how long.”

“I wasn’t sure if this would work,” said Myrtle. “I haven’t tried it before, but I had heard it was possible.”

“I presume you have found something out?” the mirror asked.

“Lily is not dead,” said Myrtle.

“She staged it?” asked the mirror.

“Her and Ivy,” Myrtle replied.

“What do we do?” asked the mirror.

“I was wondering if there was a way of trapping them in a mirror?” Myrtle asked.

“There are some empty mirrors,” the mirror replied.

“Empty?” asked Myrtle.

“No one in them,” the mirror explained. “They could be deflected there and prevented from getting out.”

“And with no one in, they couldn’t drive anyone mad with their efforts to get out,” said Myrtle.

“It might be best to use two mirrors,” the mirror suggested. “To stop them plotting together to find a way out.”

“That would be a wise precaution,” Myrtle said slowly.

“The problem would be to deflect them into it,” said the mirror. “After all, they wouldn’t be daft enough to go there of their own free will.”

“Send me the directions to two mirrors and I’ll see what I can do,” smiled Myrtle.

“Myrtle!” the message came through from May.

“What is the problem?” Myrtle asked.

“She knows you were here, don’t ask how, but she knows,” sighed May.

“Tell her you downloaded the information onto two memory sticks and sent them to Enid and I at these co-ordinates,” Myrtle replied.

“Her and Ivy will be after you,” thought May

“And she will think you are her loyal servant,” Myrtle replied. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

“I hope so, because they are coming after you and they are mad, very mad,” sighed May.

“They will be even madder when they find out where they are,” laughed Myrtle.

“The mirrors have their new occupants,” the mirror told Myrtle. “I’ve locked the safeguards in place, they can’t get out.”

“Good,” Myrtle sighed. “Now all I need to do is get the Council together and put the evidence before them.

“Are you sure you can trust them?” asked the mirror.

“She wouldn’t need to keep her office secret from them if they were on her side,” said Myrtle.

“She didn’t trust them,” said May. “I don’t think she had a good word for any of them.”

“Then, I shall collect Enid and we will get the Council together and put the evidence before them,” said Myrtle.

“Why didn’t you tell me what you were doing?” Enid asked.

“Because I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, not till I did it,” said Myrtle. “And that wouldn’t have been a good time to tell you.”

“Did you think I was part of this?” asked Enid.

“I didn’t think you were,” said Myrtle. “You aren’t that good an actor.”

“But there was a doubt?” asked Enid.

“The stakes were too high to risk any level of doubt, even the feeling that I should have doubts when I didn’t,” said Myrtle.

“OK,” said Enid. “Is there anything I should know before we head off in to talk to the Council of Fairy Godmothers.”

“Nothing I can think of, but just go along with anything I say, I might have forgotten something,” smiled Myrtle.

“When did you get to be so grown up?” asked Enid.

“I think I was born that way,” sighed Myrtle. “Or ended up that way, when you put me in the orphanage.”

“Perhaps it was for the best then,” sighed Enid.

“The Council of Fairy Godmothers is ready to see you now,” said an usher who had just opened the door to the Council chamber.

“Well, we’d better not keep them waiting,” smiled Enid as they both walked through the door.

“I hope you have a good reason for summoning us,” said the Fairy Godmother at the centre of the table. “This is most irregular.”

“You know we have a good reason,” said Myrtle. “We wouldn’t be here without one.”

“Do you have any evidence of the wild accusations that you have sent to us?” the Head of the Council asked. “We all saw Lily’s body are you really trying to tell us that she is still alive and has an office up there!” she added pointing to the rafters.

“First,” said Myrtle, waving her wand to make the office visible. “Second,” Myrtle added opening a video link to the mirror that was Lily’s new home and another to Ivy’s new home. “The information you require is in the office as is someone who can help you find your way round the computers.”

“May!” screeched Lily. “Don’t tell them a thing.”

“If May knows what is good for her, she will answer all our questions, in full,” said the Head of the Fairy Godmothers. “If you know what is good for you, you will do nothing to hinder her or harm either her or her family.”

“It isn’t as if you can do anything from in there,” said Myrtle.

“What makes you think that,” snapped Lily.

“Because you’d have done it by now if there was anything,” laughed Enid.

“How could you betray us like this,” howled Ivy. “We’re your sisters!”

“So says the one who stood by and let my daughter be poisoned,” replied Enid.

“It was just a prank,” said Ivy. “No harm done.”

“She nearly died,” shouted Enid.

“It isn’t as if you can’t have another child,” said Ivy.

“In case you have forgotten, each child is an individual, you can’t replace one with another,” snapped Enid.

“Don’t let them wind you up Mum,” said Myrtle. “They aren’t worth it.”

“They are secure?” asked the Head of the Fairy Godmothers.

“Yes,” said Myrtle.

“That is good enough for me,” the Head of the Fairy Godmothers smiled. “I don’t need to know the details.”

“I’d like to know,” said Lily. “When did you get to be so cunning.”

“I observed you,” said Myrtle. “Couldn’t have had a better teacher,” she added, closing the links down.

“We will go through the evidence and make a decision,” said the Head of the Fairy Godmothers.

“How long will that take?” asked Enid.

“As long as necessary,” the Head of the Fairy Godmothers replied. “We will let you know when that happens,” she added, nodding towards the door, which the usher had opened.

“How long do you think that will take?” Myrtle asked her Mother as they heard the Council door shut behind them.

“They have been known to take a week to decide on tea or coffee, for the mid morning break,” said Enid.

“I think we should go home and check on the twins and their Father,” said Myrtle.

“You can do that,” said Enid. “I shall go to a quiet, secluded valley and scream.”

“It wont be quiet if you do that,” said Myrtle.

“There wont be anyone there to complain,” said Enid. “Not if they know what’s good for them.”

“Take care,” said Myrtle as they both waved their wands.

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The Fairy Godmother Part 136

“Shame, quite liked that phone,” thought Myrtle as it disappeared. “However, it’s going to be a nasty, if short, shock for anyone who tries to follow it.”

“The question is what do I do next?” Myrtle thought. “Since everything points to Lily, then the logical thing would be to go back to the last place we saw her alive,” she added with a wave of her wand she was back in the Fairy Godmother’s Council chamber, sitting on one of the roof beams.

“These could do with a good clean,” she thought.

“Told them they needed to get rid of all of these cobwebs,” she muttered to no one in particular.

“Those ones aren’t much use,” said the spider. “The flies can see them a mile off, haven’t caught anything in them for ages.”

“So why are you still here?” asked Myrtle.

“I wont be for much longer,” the spider laughed. “The larder is nearly empty. When it is, I’ll move on, unless you can get your friends to do some dusting?” he added, looking hopeful.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Myrtle smiled. “Though, at the moment I think they have more to worry about than a few old cobwebs.”

“Would this be something to do with the fairy who set up an office up here?” the spider asked.

“Probably,” said Myrtle. “Tell me about it?”

“Started a bit back,” said the spider. “She used to sit at that table, down there. One day, she was telling a young Fairy Godmother off and she commented about the cobwebs in the rafters. That’s when she came up here to take a closer look at the space and created the office.”

“How come we can’t see it?” asked Myrtle.

“It’s invisible,” laughed the spider.

“Of course it is,” said Myrtle, looking carefully at what wasn’t there, the place where there weren’t any cobwebs.

“It’s not a very big office,” she muttered.

“Bigger on the inside,” laughed the spider. “She went there when no one was around to see her go.”

“And now?” Myrtle asked.

“Now it’s her main office,” the spider replied. “They think she’s dead and she likes it that way.”

“Is she in there now?” asked Myrtle.

“Gone out to see her sister, Ivy,” he laughed. “Does that most days at this time.”

“Will she be gone long?” asked Myrtle.

“You’re not thinking of going in there?” he asked, suddenly looking rather worried.

“The answers are in there,” Myrtle replied. “I’m not going to find them out here.”

“But she might come back and find you,” the spider stuttered.

“Life is full of these risks,” said Myrtle, waving her wand.

“I would have thought she’d put up a wand shield,” Myrtle muttered.

“A wand shield might have drawn the attention of the security team,” said a small voice. “As no one knew it was here, she didn’t think she’d need one.”

“Who are you?” asked Myrtle.

“I am Lily’s assistant,” she replied.

“And what is your name?” asked Myrtle.

“Nobody ever asks for my name,” she replied.

“I am Myrtle and I am asking,” Myrtle replied.

“I think it’s May,” she replied. “It’s been so long since anyone called me by it, it’s hard to remember.”

“The mayflower is very beautiful,” Myrtle smiled. “A harbinger of spring. How long have you been here?”

“I don’t know,” sighed May. “She brought me here when she created the space. I’ve been here ever since.”

“Don’t you want to leave?” asked Myrtle.

“I don’t have a wand, so there’s no way out,” sighed May. “And I have no where to go if I did leave.”

“Couldn’t you go back to your people?” asked Myrtle.

“She’d look for me and that would be the first place she’d go,” sighed May. “And she wouldn’t be happy, so it would be best for them if I stayed here.”

“But you don’t want to be here,” said Myrtle.

“It isn’t good here,” May agreed. “But if I leave she’ll take her anger out on my family.”

“So we need to find some way to stop her,” said Myrtle. “And I think you may be the one who can help me do that.”

“It would be good to leave here without her getting to me,” said May thoughtfully.

“How did she stage her death?” asked Myrtle.

“Image projection,” said May. “She was guessing that neither you nor Enid would want to do anything like hug her.”

“Does Enid know that Lily isn’t dead?” Myrtle asked.

“No,” said May. “It was important that Enid believed that Lily was dead. If she didn’t believe it, then no one would.”

“And she was happy with that?” asked Myrtle.

“I got the impression that she didn’t like Enid, so letting her think she was dead, she seemed to like seeing her upset about it,” May explained. “Why?”

“Enid is my Mother, I didn’t think she was that good an actor,” sighed May. “I just find it hard to believe that Lily would be that cold as to put her through that.”

“She uses people, it’s the way she is,” sighed May.

“Then would you like to be part of the solution?” asked Myrtle.

“What do you want me to do?” asked May.

“We need data,” Myrtle replied.

“There’s tons of that in here,” said May. “Where do you want me to send it?”

“That’s a good question,” said Myrtle. “Normally I would suggest sending it to security.”

“Only they have infiltrated it,” May finished.

“There are doubts about the Fairy Godmother network as well,” said Myrtle.

“The tooth fairy’s network has been hacked as well,” said May.

“Even that!” Myrtle stuttered.

“A baby goes on their books as soon as it’s born,” said May.

“Earlier than that,” said Myrtle.

“That way, they know when a baby is due,” said May.

“Of course,” said Myrtle. “If the baby’s suitable they can have someone there for the birth.”

“So where do I send this data?” asked May. “She will be back soon, so I need to know.”

“Has she got back up to the cloud?” asked Myrtle.

“Yes, doesn’t everyone,” said May.

“Then create an identical back up, one that’s updated whenever the original is and I’ll sort out who to send the details to,” said Myrtle.

“OK,” said May. “How can I get in touch with you.”

“Just think about me, I’ll know and get in touch with you,” smiled Myrtle, giving her wand a quick twitch.

“Have you done anything whilst I’ve been out?” Lily asked May.

“What?” asked May.

“Make me a cup of tea, it’s about all you’re good for,” said Lily sitting down and putting her feet up.

“Of course,” said May, looking round for the kettle. “Did you have a good time?”

“Ivy’s always fun to be with. We had a good laugh at Enid and that daughter of hers,” said Lily. “Hurry up with that tea.”

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The Fairy Godmother Part 135

“Finished” Mary wrote and put down the pen.

“What happens now?” she asked, hoping that someone was there to hear the question.

“Your statement is being studied,” came the reply. She looked down and the table was bare.

“What happens to me now?” she asked, as the walls went out of focus and she drifted into darkness.

“What is happening to her?” asked James.

“Security has moved her to another cell,” Myrtle replied frowning slightly.

“Why?” asked James.

“It was thought that they were trying to get to her,” Myrtle replied.

“How is that possible?” asked James.

“They have been compromised,” said Myrtle, busily ringing Ethel.

“Ethel, we need an update,” she said.

“There is nothing to update,” said Ethel. “Mary is in her cell writing.”

“No she isn’t,” said Myrtle. “Not according to the screen we can see.”

“What screen do you have,” asked Ethel. “All my screens show her writing.”

“I put the mirror in there,” said Myrtle.

“There is a video loop being fed into the system,” said Ethel. “What should I do?”

“Pretend that you haven’t noticed it,” said Myrtle.

“What are you going to do?” asked Ethel.

“Best that you don’t know that,” said Myrtle, hanging up.

“So where is she?” asked an ashen James.

“I have moved her to somewhere safe,” Myrtle replied.

“Which is where?” asked James. “That cell was supposed to be safe.”

“But more people knew about it than the place she is now,” smiled Myrtle.

“And this is safer?” he yelled.

“Yes,” smiled Myrtle. “Even I don’t know where it is.”

“And that is supposed to make me feel better, how?” he yelled.

“After all she has done, I do wonder why you are so worried about her,” said Myrtle.

“Because I thought she was my Mother,” shouted James.

“She killed your Mother, took her place for over thirty years, deceived both your brother and your Father and you when she pretended to be your Mother, devastated about your disappearance and despite all this you are worried about her,” said Myrtle.

“You don’t think that I’m a part of this, do you?” asked James.

“No, but I think your judgement may be impaired,” smiled Myrtle.

“Then you had better not tell me where she is,” sighed James. “But what do we do next?”

“There are contingencies in place,” said Myrtle.

“I shouldn’t ask what they are,” said James.

“But you want to know anyway,” said Myrtle.

“I am only human,” James sighed.

“And very sweet,” said Myrtle. “It is part of what I love about you, however, I shall have to go and sort this out.”

“What about the twins?” he asked.

“I’m sure you can manage to look after them for a short time,” said Myrtle. “I could always ask Velvet to help.”

“Isn’t she busy with the laundry?” asked James.

“Never too busy to help with the twins,” smiled Myrtle.

“Thanks,” said James.

“Hello mirror,” said Myrtle. “How are things?”

“Not as quiet as they were,” sighed the Mirror.

“Not happy,” said Myrtle.

“Is she ever?” asked the Mirror.

“Can’t think of any time when she has been, not truly,” said Myrtle. “Though I would have thought being alive would be a plus point for her.”

“You would think so,” said the Mirror. “But it doesn’t seem to work that way.”

“Was anything she put in that statement worth the paper it was written on?” asked Myrtle.

“No, but I think she was hoping that it would please her Masters with the disinformation,” the Mirror replied.

“That still leaves us with the problem of finding out what did happen,” sighed Myrtle.

“I could try and get the truth out of her,” the mirror offered.

“As long as you keep yourself safe,” said Myrtle.

“Thanks for worrying about me,” the Mirror replied. “But I can look after myself now. I’ve learnt a trick or two.”

“That’s good to know,” said Myrtle. “Meanwhile, I shall see what I can find out.”

“Good hunting,” said the Mirror as Myrtle hung up on her rather ancient and not so smart phone.

“How are things going Ethel?” she asked, using her smart phone.

“Keeping an eye on the video link and it shows Mary writing away,” said Ethel.

“She’s got a lot to say,” said Myrtle.

“That she has,” Ethel replied.

“So, no change?” Myrtle asked.

“Nothing I’ve noticed,” said Ethel, rather too quickly.

“Let me know when you have something to report,” said Myrtle, hanging up and ringing Security.

“How is everything progressing,” she asked the man who answered the phone.

“She’s still writing,” said an unfamiliar voice.

“Thanks,” said Myrtle. “Let me know if anything changes,” she added hanging up.

“Someone has got under all our safeguards,” thought Myrtle. “There aren’t many who could do that. In fact there are only two I know of who would have access to that level of information and one of them is dead.”

“Hello Mum,” she said as Enid finally found her ancient and not so smart phone.

“Why are you ringing me on this old thing?” asked Enid.

“I would have thought you would have worked that one out,” said Myrtle.

“So the live footage?” she asked.

“Video loop,” said Myrtle.

“They are good,” said Enid.

“Too good,” said Myrtle. “There is only one person, besides you, who could do this.”

“She’s dead,” said Enid. “We found the body, we saw her disappear.”

“Or did we see an image of her,” said Myrtle.

“Why would she do this?” asked Enid. “She must know how much it would hurt us and the rest of her family.”

“Ivy didn’t know she was dead,” said Myrtle. “She would have known if Lily had really died.”

“So what do we do?” asked Enid.

“I don’t know,” said Myrtle. “But if I am right, then this is the chink in their armour, and means that we are calling the shots.”

“If you say so,” said Enid. “What will you do?”

“You’ll find out,” said Myrtle hanging up the phone and sending it to the heart of the nearest volcano.

“Track that if you can Lily,” she thought.

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The Fairy Godmother Part 134

“You’ve blown it,” said a voice from the shadow.

“Where are you?” asked Mary turning round and trying to locate the source of the voice.

“Not there,” laughed the voice. “I am disappointed in you, all these years you did so well, replacing the original Mary without her husband noticing the difference.”

“It helps being her twin,” muttered Mary.

“It does, but, it isn’t as if you were close,” said the voice.

“That helped as well,” Mary replied. “He didn’t know I existed. Then again, I don’t know why she married him.”

“One night stand, he got her pregnant,” the voice replied.

“How did you know about that?” asked Mary.

“It was all part of the plan,” said the voice.

“Why did you want the twins so much?” asked Mary.

“We had our reasons,” the voice replied.

“And they were?” Mary persisted.

“Not for the likes of you or me to know. All you need to know is that none of this was an accident, it was all planned and you did so well, till now,” said the voice.

“I can rectify it, whatever I did wrong, I can sort it,” said Mary.

“That’s the problem,” sighed the voice. “If you don’t know what you did wrong, there is only one way to sort it.”

“What about Alan and the twins?” asked Mary, playing for time.

“Alan knows nothing,” said the voice. “This will send a message to his wife that she had better make sure she gets her part right.”

“She knows?” asked Mary.

“She has always know,” said the voice.

“What are you going to do to me?” asked Mary slowly.

“You will find out in a count of 10,” said the voice laughing.

The room around Mary disappeared and she found herself in a cell.

“Where am I?” she shouted through the grill in the locked door.

“You are in one of our security cells,” said a different voice from the other side of the door.

“And you are?” Mary asked.

“Security for the Fairy Godmother and all other Fairies,” came the reply.

“Why did you bring me here?” she asked.

“We thought you’d find it preferable to being left where you where,” Enid replied.

“And what gives you that idea?” asked Mary. “I was in my own home.”

“Which is now a blazing inferno,” smiled Enid.

“I have only your word for that,” snapped Mary.

Enid waved her wand and one of the cell walls vanished, to be replaced by one of the side walls of her home.

“Take it away,” shouted Mary, as the roof fell in on the spot she had been standing on just a minute earlier.

“Are you sure you don’t want to be there?” asked Enid as the cell wall returned.

“Only an idiot would want to be there,” snapped Mary.

“So, tell us everything you know,” said Enid. “Or we will send you back.”

“That would be murder,” stuttered Mary.

“It would be if we put you in the building,” said Enid. “But just outside.”

“They will be watching,” sighed Mary. “They are always watching.”

“And if they see you’ve got out OK,” said Enid.

“Then someone will come to finish the job off,” Mary. “They don’t like loose ends.”

“So, you’d better get started,” said Enid.

“Who do I talk to?” asked Mary.

“There is a pen and as much paper as you’ll need on the table,” said Enid.

“What table?” asked Mary spinning round to see a chair, in front of a table which had a pen and a small stack of paper on it.

“That table,” said Enid.

“That isn’t much paper,” said Mary, looking at the pile of sheets.

“It will be enough,” smiled Enid. “You will see.”

“It better had be,” muttered Mary. “This could take a long time.”

“Then you had better get started,” said Enid.

“I’m thirsty,” said Mary. “And I will become hungry at some point.”

“Your needs will be provided for, as and when,” replied Enid, a bottle of water appearing on the table.

“Don’t I get a glass?” asked Mary.

“No,” said Enid. “Now, get writing and don’t miss anything out.”

“Where do I start?” asked Mary.

“Start at the beginning and work through to today,” said Enid, watching as Mary sat down at the table. “The sooner you start, the sooner you’ll finish.”

“And then they will get me,” sighed Mary. “If they haven’t got me before then.”

“That is your problem,” said Enid. “Though if you told us who they were, it would be easier for us to protect you.”

“How can I tell you what I don’t know?” asked Mary.

“You can start by telling us what you do know,” said Enid.

“What if that isn’t enough?” asked Mary, looking at the pen.

“We wont know till you start writing,” said Enid. “But you know that they will not be taking any chances on how much you do know.”

“So the wheels are in motion to get to me,” said Mary, still looking at the pen.

“And we are watching,” Enid replied. “Start writing and we will ensure that they don’t get there.”

“Don’t and they will,” sighed Mary, picking up the pen and pulling the first sheet of paper towards her.

“That’s right,” smiled Enid. “Tell it as it was, right from the beginning, missing nothing out.”

“What if I forget something?” asked Mary.

“Don’t,” said Enid, walking away from the door. Mary heard another door close and suddenly felt more alone than she had ever felt.

“Better start writing, she told herself, putting the pen to the paper.

“Will she be OK in there?” asked James, watching the image from the security camera.

“She will be safer there than anywhere else,” said Myrtle.

“Why are you taking care of her,” James asked. “She has. She wouldn’t do anything to safeguard you?”

“She is the only way into this mystery,” Myrtle replied. “If we want any answers and any hope of stopping what has been going on for decades, then she is the one who will provide us with the information we need.”

“And if we don’t find out anything?” asked James.

“Then they, whoever they are, will carry on,” said Myrtle, turning away from the monitor.

“Do you mind if I watch?” asked James.

“Someone aught to,” said Myrtle. “Why do you care?”

“For a while, I thought she was my Mother,” said James. “Now I just want answers.”

“Fair enough,” said Myrtle. “But this could take a long time.”

“I have a feeling it wont,” said James.

“Then I shall watch with you,” said Myrtle.

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The Fairy Godmother Part 133

“So what’s it like living with the Mother-in-law?” asked Enid, appearing just behind Myrtle as she was bending down to take the plates out of the dish washer.

“What have I told you about appearing like that?” asked Myrtle as a plate slipped out of her hand and went crashing back into the machine.

“In general, I think the idea was don’t, but these aren’t normal times, so I thought you wouldn’t mind,” smiled Enid.

“You are right about it not being normal times,” said Myrtle. “That being the case, I would have thought you could provide a bit more of a warning before you appear, our nerves are shot through as it is and Mary hasn’t got the hang of you just appearing.”

“We are fairies, it’s what we do,” smiled Enid.

“I know that, you know that, she’s trying to get her head around the idea that someone may want to kill her,” Myrtle tried to explain.

“I can’t imagine anyone wanting to kill her,” said Enid.

“Even if they think she knows more than she does?” asked Myrtle.

“You don’t think she knows anything?” asked Enid.

“I think her husband was the one who may have known something, but we wont know what it was now,” sighed Myrtle. “Meanwhile we are trying to work out what to do next.”

“So the visit to the prison?” asked Enid.

“Seems to have rattled a few cages, but it is hard to interpret the result,” said Myrtle. “I feel sure something more is coming, I just don’t know what.

“Talking about Mary, where is she?” asked Enid.

“I was beginning to wonder that,” said Myrtle. “She was keeping an eye on the twins, but they are all being a bit too quiet,” she added heading back to the living room.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” said Enid. “Perhaps a bit of wand work might be called for.”

“You mean go in small or invisible?” asked Myrtle.

“Probably a bit of both,” said Enid, giving her wand a quick flick, they appeared, six inch tall, invisible and on top of the bookshelf by the window.

“I don’t think it was very polite of you, pushing your way into here,” said Mary.

“You wouldn’t let us in,” said the taller of the two intruders.

“That wasn’t very welcoming of you was it,” said his shorter friend.

“I don’t know you,” Mary replied. “Why should I let you in to my daughter-in-laws flat?”

“Your daughter-in-law,” smiled the taller of the two. “You do know that she is a fairy?”

“Of course I do,” snapped Mary. “It isn’t as if I’m happy with the idea, but she is who my son married, I didn’t have any say in it.”

“So much for playing happy families,” sighed Myrtle.

“It shows how much of an act it all was,” said Enid.

“Either that, or this is the act,” said Myrtle. “So hard to decide.”

“So what do you intend to do?” asked Enid.

“Watch for a little longer to see what unfolds,” said Myrtle. “The twins are asleep and it isn’t as if she looks in immediate danger.”

“So why are you still here?” asked the shorter intruder.

“You made it very hard for me to go home,” Mary replied.

“Remember, we can get to you any time we want to,” said the tall man.

“Not from our cells you can’t,” said the security man standing in the open front door.

“Thank God you came,” said Mary. “I didn’t know what to do. I thought if I kept them talking, perhaps someone would come to my rescue.”

“Thank-you,” said James as the security men took the two intruders away.

“No problem, sir. Thank-you for calling us,” said the security man.

“You saw them?” asked Mary.

“And I heard what you said to them,” said James.

“I don’t know what I said,” Mary replied. “I was just gibbering. Saying whatever to keep them talking.”

“I’d like to believe you,” said James. “But I heard what you said and how you said it. You know more about this than you are telling us.”

“If I knew anything you’d be the first to know,” said Mary.

“I think you need to go home,” said James.

“I’ll find out what I can from those two,” Enid said to Myrtle.

“Remind them that the people they work for don’t like loose ends and that is what they are now,” said Myrtle.

“My pleasure,” smiled Enid.

“I think she needs to tell us everything she knows,” said Myrtle, standing by the kitchen door.

“Where were you when I needed you?” asked Mary.

“I was checking up on the twins,” Myrtle replied. “Remember them, the ones you haven’t paid any attention to since breakfast.”

“They were asleep,” said Mary. “I wanted to keep things quiet so as not to disturb them. There’s nothing like screaming babies to turn a situation like this bad.”

“I could almost believe you meant that,” said Myrtle. “But if that was the case, the first thing you would have done when those two were arrested would have been to check up on them.”

“I feel like I am being thrown out, back to the place I lived in with him. I thought I knew him, all those years we spent together and I had no idea about what he had done,” said Mary.

“I think it is probably the best place for you,” said James. “After all, you don’t want to stay in the home of a fairy, do you?”

“They know where we live. The security people here thought I wouldn’t be safe there,” she pleaded.

“The security people will inform the Police that you have decided to return home,” said Myrtle.

“And what good will that do?” asked Mary. “They don’t do anything.”

“If you’d wanted to stay here, you should have had some respect for my wife,” said James. “Myrtle, could you send her home?”

“Of course,” said Myrtle, giving a quick whisk of her wand.

“If I die, you’ll never forgive yourselves,” said Mary as she disappeared from the room.

“Is everything in place?” asked James.

“Yes, nothing happens there without us knowing,” said Myrtle. “We can pull her out of there at any second, should we need to.”

“So we wait and see what happens next,” said James.

By Janice Nye © 2022