Dime Store Magic (36 page)
"Let me get the door. Ignore Savannah for now."
He headed for the door. I followed.
Cortez persuaded me to wait around the corner while he opened the door. Though I hated any perception of hiding, he had a point. There were still nine or ten people on my lawn waiting for me to make an appearance.
After last night's riot, I couldn't risk another scene.
"Good morning, Officer," Cortez said.
I slumped against the wall. Now what? I'd seen more cops in the last few days than on a weekend
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"Department of Social Services," the officer said. "Come to see Miss Winterbourne. I thought I'd better escort them to the door."
What could be worse than a police visit right now? A child welfare visit.
"I believe your appointment was for this afternoon."
Cortez said. "While we appreciate your interest in Savannah's well-being, I really must ask you to return then. We had an incident here last night. A very upsetting incident and, as you might imagine, my client had a difficult night and is not yet prepared for visitors."
"That 'incident' is the reason we're early," a woman's voice replied.
"We're very concerned for the child."
The child? Oh, right… my loving ward, currently barricaded in her room. Oh, God. Would they want to see Savannah? Of course they would.
That's what they were here for. To evaluate my parenting skills. I would have laughed… if I hadn't been so close to crying.
Cortez argued for several minutes, but it soon became apparent that he was wavering. I didn't blame him. If we refused to admit Social Services,
they would think we had something to hide. Well, we did have something to hide. Plenty, in fact. But, God knew, if we didn't let them in now, things might be even worse when they returned.
"It's okay," I said, walking into the hall. "Come in, please."
A fiftyish woman with an auburn bob introduced herself as Peggy Dare. I didn't catch the name of the timid blond with her. It didn't matter.
The woman whispered hello and never said another word. I escorted them to the living room, then offered coffee or tea, which they refused.
"May we see Savannah?" Dare asked.
"She's resting," Cortez said. "As I said, last night was very hard on all of us. Naturally, Savannah, given her youth, was particularly affected by the violence."
"She's very upset," I managed.
"I understand," Dare said. "But that, of course, is why we're here. If you would let us speak to her, perhaps we can verify the extent of the damage."
"Damage?" Cortez said. "That seems rather judgmental."
"It wasn't intended that way. We've come with an open mind, Mr.
Cortez. We only want what's best for the child. May we see her, please?"
"Yes, but unless I'm mistaken, part of your mandate is to assess the physical environment. Perhaps we can begin with that."
"I'd like to begin by speaking to Savannah."
"As I've said, she's sleeping, but—"
"I am not, Lucas!" Savannah shouted from her room. "You are such a liar!"
"She's very upset," I repeated.
Cortez turned toward the hall. "Savannah? Could you please come out for a moment? There are some people here from Social Services who would like to speak to you."
"Tell them to go piss up a rope!"
Silence.
"Haven't heard that one in a while," I said, struggling to smile. "Sorry.
I've been working on her language. She's very upset."
"More than upset," Cortez said. "The events of last night were extremely traumatic. Paige has been trying to soothe her all morning.
Professional help may be necessary."
"I'm not the one who needs professional help!" Savannah shouted.
"You don't see me running around trying to save the world. Wonder what a therapist would say about that?"
"What is she talking about?" Dare asked.
"She's confused," I said.
"I'm not the one who's confused! And I didn't just mean Lucas. I meant you, too, Paige. You're both crazy. Fucking looped."
"Excuse me," I said, hurrying for the back hall.
When I got to Savannah's room, the door opened. She glared at me, then marched into the bathroom and locked the door. I grabbed the handle and rattled it.
"Open this door, Savannah."
"Can I take a pee first? Or are you controlling that now, too?"
I hesitated, then walked into the living room. Dare and her partner sat on the sofa like dumbfounded bookends.
"You—you seem to be having some discipline issues," Dare said.
Savannah screamed. I raced for the door, casting an unlock spell under my breath as I ran. Before I could grab the handle, the door flew open.
Savannah burst into the hall.
"It's here!" she said. "Finally! I was starting to think it was never going to come."
"What's here?" I said, hurrying to her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." She grinned. "I'm bleeding."
"Bleeding? Where? What happened?"
"You know. My period. My first period. It's here."
She lunged into my arms, hugged me and kissed my cheek. The first spontaneous display of affection she'd ever shown, and I could only stand there like an idiot, thinking "Well, that explains a lot."
"Your… you got your period?"
"Yes! Isn't that great?" She whirled around and punched the air.
"Watch out, Leah. I'm—" She stopped, seeing Dare and her partner standing in the hallway. "Who the hell are you?"
At Last, A Plan
GETTING RID OF THE SOCIAL WORKERS PROVED
REMARKABLY EASY. After that display, they couldn't wait to run back to their office and file their report. I tried to get them to stay and conduct the complete interview—now that Savannah was soaring high and eager to please—but they were having none of it.
Within minutes, they were gone. Cortez had done nothing to help me persuade them to stay. The moment they'd left, he ushered us into the living room, waved us onto the sofa, and began to pace. Cortez pacing.
Not a good sign.
"You're quite certain?" he asked Savannah.
"About Paige being a good guardian? Sure. That's why I said so, but I don't think they were listening. I told the blond girl that I wanted to keep living here, but she jumped back like I had mono or something."
"I'm not referring to your statement," Cortez said. "Your menses.
You're certain it's arrived?"
"Duh, yes. Girls don't start bleeding down there for no reason."
"It makes sense," I said. "She hasn't been feeling well, probably cramps. Plus the mood swings."
"What mood swings?" Savannah said.
"Never mind, hon. You're fine. I'm very happy for you. We both are."
Cortez didn't look happy. He looked agitated. Not a powerful description when applied to most people, but in Cortez, it was the equivalent of a breakdown.
"Do you know about the ceremony?" he asked.
"I was going to talk to Paige about it," she said. "And how do you know about the ceremony, sorcerer?"
She said it with a smile, but he waved the question away and turned to me.
"Yes," I said. "I know about the first menses ceremony."
"Do you know about the variations?" he asked.
"Variations?"
"I take that as a no."
He paced to the window and back. Then he stopped, ran his hand through his hair, adjusted his glasses, and collected himself. Before continuing, he settled into the armchair across from us.
"I mentioned before that the Nast Cabal's interest in Savannah is largely contingent upon capturing her at such a young age. That is not without reason. Good reason. If a witch is taken before she begins to menstruate, she's much easier to turn."
"Brainwash," I said.
"Recruit, persuade, brainwash, call it what you will. A witch who has not reached puberty is the ideal candidate. That in itself is not surprising, as anyone with any knowledge of youth psychology can tell you it's a very vulnerable age."
Savannah snorted.
Cortez continued, "However, in the case of a witch, it's more than that.
By varying the menses ceremony, it's possible to secure the loyalty of a witch."
"You mean enslave her."
"No, no. Altering the ceremony can impose certain limitations on a witch's powers, which can then be used to persuade her to remain with the Cabal. It's difficult to explain. There are nuances and implications I don't fully comprehend. The crux of it is this: Alter the ceremony and you have the ideal recruit. Allow the ceremony to proceed unchanged and you might as well forget the whole thing."
"So if we can get through the ceremony, they won't want Savannah?
Nothin' wrong with that, Counselor."
"Except for two small considerations. First, if they discover Savannah has reached her menses, they'll do everything in their power to get her before the eighth night."
"How would they know that?" she asked.
"Shamans," I said. "They have shamans, don't they?"
Cortez nodded. "The Cabals have everything."
"A shaman can diagnose illness. A shaman would know whether she'd matured to the point of first menses yet. All a shaman has to do is touch
you, Savannah. Jostling you in a crowd would be enough. They must have had one check you out before they started all this."
"Are you saying I need to stay indoors for a week? You're kidding, right? I have graduation next week, you know. If the school still lets me graduate after all this."