CHAPTER 18: THE COVEN..................
AN ELDERLY VOLKSWAGEN QUICKLY TOTTERED into view. The charming monochromatic crone stopped and creakily disgorged two striking ladies of a certain age; the first was tall, bald and elegantly-dressed, the other was small and had on a flaming red wig. The air around both seemed to crackle a little, giving off a mild jolt of mystical static electricity.
The red-wigged elderly beauty remarked incredulously, “Tilda, is that Mercedes scratching itself?”
Hell-On-Wheels’ giant rat tail poked out of the exhaust pipe and was busy scratching his bumper with a tail fluke. The left back wheel unfurled, looking like a strange webbed foot tapping the pavement.
“Get in the house now. That’s not a Mercedes!” said her taller bald friend.
“Whatever it is, it’s got
