They said around town she was a witch, but that was a load of crap.
Witch with a B was more like it. They said she was maybe one of those
spell-casting voodoos and all sorts of shit, but Jack’s sister told him and
Dick and Petey that she was nothing more than a retired teacher, soured
because she didn’t have any more students to torture. But old bitch
teachers didn’t wear a small fortune in Navajo jewelry or drive one of
those electric hybrids. Or take up living in a house big enough for six.
She had money, all right. Dick’s mother said the old bat inherited the
house and probably money too and maybe she was a bit senile. That would
explain why she was all alone, and nobody knew if she’d been married or
not, since she called herself doctor so-and-so, though Dick’s mother said
it wasn’t a medical degree. It was Petey who said they could help her out
with that, not knowing what to do with all the money.
The three of them started driving by regularly in Jack’s truck, the
stereo blasting Dick’s favorite tunes for cover, just three guys out
cruising.