The first time I saw an angry Earlene Tamarack I thought it was a funny sight. And then I witnessed the storm she unleashed. You see Earlene has a strong connection with the weather and the freak tornado she cut loose caught everyone by surprise and took off a corner of Macy’s at the mall. I don’t even remember what made her angry, only the repercussions. Luckily the only one hurt was a bikini-clad mannequin in a display case.
Cactus Rose began to rock back and forth in the chair. An icy wind swept through the house. Angelina grabbed onto me and held tight. The old woman let out a piercing shriek and levitated above the table. Angelina yelped and hid behind me. Cactus Rose looked like the jean-clad bones of a dead person trying to claw her way from the grave to heaven. Her face had turned skeletal. She had only a few wisps of hair. Her eye sockets were deep dark voids, wormholes straight from hell. She swiped a boney hand in my direction