The Witch Bridle

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Chapter 26

When she had explained the events of Novembers’ Eve with KC, Oona was careful not to implicate Thankful in any unusual mischief. Oona feared she would also get herself into trouble for ‘turning’ KC’s daughter into a witch. And while Oona had no hand in making Thankful a witch – that honor lay solely with KC’s family tree – Oona was quite willing to groom the girl’s developmental gifts and she knew Thankful idolized her. And while Oona had to accept some culpability for bringing more trouble into the house, along with whatever misdeeds were underway through Thankful, open conflict with KC was to be avoided at all costs.

KC, who remained the object of Oona’s intense desire, had so far expressed no interest in an amorous love affair with her nanny. Things from which TV movies were made. KC and her family went about its business as the rising shadow of Thanksgiving relentlessly approached. The weather had been good for mid-November, and the break between Halloween and Thanksgiving was a good opportunity for KC to reset some things at home. Some changes were overdue – more to her liking. And with the holiday preparations the new look for the house and yard were very necessary. She’d change the house; inside and out. She planned to redo the interior completely, with a little remodeling: new paint, new furniture, new lighting, and a few repairs. If all went as planned, they would be done with everything in time for Christmas.

Oona’s subtle distractions ran alongside her uncontrollable libido. Even in better times Oona’s libido was one thing which held her captive, held her sway. Now it was as if it were amplified, often completely out of her control to properly manage. Oona was tempted to rape if necessary to get what she craved, and mercifully she rarely needed to since so few are immune to her attractions. Still lately it was as if her passions were ready to burst.

Oona had a free hand to do as she pleased in her downstairs suite, and found time to direct numerous contractors there who traipsed in and out of her apartment. There were an assortment of contract laborers around her for the whirlwind project and, as KC noticed, more than one of the boys was of Oona’s liking.

As Oona often said, she preferred both men and women. And sometimes she just wanted a man. Oona played well for either team, as those who knew her said. How she could shyly boast with her clever French accent! How she fully celebrated the differences with her whole body and spirit. Both men’s and women’s clothes fell right off at the sight of Oona.

“The séance room will be ready in a few days,” Oona had told KC. “You will love it ma chère. The men have done a wonderful job.” And they had. In the time it took, all vestiges of the former downstairs family room disappeared, and the séance room, drenched in dark, heavy, reds, emerged to dominate the downstairs suite.

Oona’s relocated ontology practice was launched and quickly flourished. Having opened its doors barely one week prior, Oona’s workspace was renovated in record time, and her name and reputation had clearly followed her to Massachusetts. Clients lined up at her door in the once quiet cul-de-sac, ever since she booked “by appointment only:” Monday through Friday, from nine until two in the afternoon. And how her calendar quickly filled up. There was barely enough time to drop off and pick up the kids, and her arrest had unfortunately made it necessary for the limousine to assist her. As busy as she was, Oona always managed to ride in the limo to pick-up and drop off the kids to school, and to block off her 9-2 ontology appointments when necessary in order to fit in an intimate appointment with a man or two. Oona’s practice was always busy with clients and Oona was very careful to set aside ample time for those most unfortunate ones in the community: the indigent, the desperate, and the many recent immigrants to the area. There were good numbers of Cape Verdeans and Haitians. Services for many of these people were pro bono, a penance of sorts, Oona hoped. Then there were the special projects at Harvard, the clinical trials at the Mass General, and offers of research and other work in Boston and Cambridge; proposals for grant money were waved in her face, and for as much as she so desired. These days had been quite overwhelming.

Oona’s other employer, KC, was in a predicament over her nanny. She was so deeply stricken by the loss of her husband that she wanted her nanny more than ever to reach Drew, then she wanted Oona’s support with the household. Still KC wanted Oona there for other reasons; she loved her deeply, as her dear friend and partner to manage the family through this awful time. KC was truly grateful for the help her nanny-friend had delivered since Drew died and with all her quirks and pitfalls, the kids loved their nanny. Oona took good care of the household tasks while KC worked, and these were busy and hectic days.

Upstairs, KC transformed the formal living room into a more informal, family living room. The stuffy old formal furniture had to go, and heavy furnishings were replaced with more slick and modern designs. Outside KC had the exterior repainted and changed the face of the house entirely. She used an outside company in place of her husband to clean out the garage and sheds and everything else she could think of for the fall clean-up. Drew’s insurance money served those purposes very well.

KC felt Oona pushed at times to get herself kicked out of the house, and her own long invisible list of egregious offenses made that scenario more likely with each passing day. And KC preferred that her daughter not develop her powers which KC and Oona knew Thankful possessed. Thankful’s power to see events was well known, and many recalled her foretelling her father’s plane crash. Still KC desperately wanted Thankful to “be normal,” while she herself solicited séances.

Oona was hardly a conventional nanny. KC tried to keep an open and understanding mind for Oona and her transition to the north. KC felt at times that their lives had to a great extent been predetermined. She encouraged Oona and her son Louis to use their magic and reach their loved one. Still, from time to time KC dreaded her nanny’s entry onto the scene among her children, and especially her young, gifted, and impressionable daughter. She kept a stifling eye over her daughter’s special abilities.

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