"By the time Sharlabelle unlodged herself from the paddlewheel, she was black and blue. Or she would be. The end." Karen closed her notebook and looked down at the three Blair children, hoping she'd made believers out of them. She was destined for fiction fame. If only she could mention to the kids in the neighborhood for whom she babysat that she was a prophetess and a witch. Then she would get the respect to which she was entitled. For now, she was having to use her weaker material on these brats, until her package arrived.