“They’re having a special meeting tonight at Crooked Lake—all twelve of ’em. Down at the picnic grounds near the beach.”
“Who tell you?” questioned Arnold.
“Don’t have to be told—just knows. Knows lots of things, Arnie. Fact is, the Big One told me. Gives me an assignment, he did. Told me to sneak up to the meeting tonight, and spy on ’em. I want yer to go with me, Arnie!”
“Huh? You been in the ground too long, Vince. You’re plumb out of your friggin’ mind!”
Vince reached for the coffee cup once more, and again his hand passed through it unobstructed. “Damn!” he exclaimed. “Keep forgetting I’m not all here.”
“Not quite,” Arnold opined.
“Sure would like a taste of black potion, though.
“But ’bout tonight…the special meeting of the coven…we’ll be joining ’em, Arnie.”
“Oh, yeah? Long
