For more Adventures of Linus and Margaret
“Margaret!” Her brother’s voice bellowed up the stairs, “Auntie Nell is here.”
Deep in the corner of her closet, hidden behind hanging clothes, Margaret was safe. Only Linus knew this spot and her brother wouldn’t come here unless – the doorknob to her room turned – mom asked him too.
Linus slid open the closet door. Margaret could make out his silhouette, hands on his hips. “Come on, she’s not that bad.”
Margaret curled into her knees. “She pinches my cheeks. Hard. And she smells bad.”
Linus snorted. “She’s Grandpa’s sister, you have to come and say hi.”
“She’s like the Wicked Witch! She yelled at me last time for tearing wrapping paper!”
Linus’ hand appeared between the clothes. “So, she likes to recycle. You like to recycle.”
Margaret bit her lip, eyes blurring. “What’s recycle?”
“Never mind, just grab my hand.”
Margaret did because the one thing she hated more than anything else in the world was angering her brother.
As they padded down the stairs Margaret could hear her Great-Aunt’s voice mixing in with her mother’s. Her Aunt laughed, an evil laugh that stopped Margaret’s steps.
“She’s only here for the afternoon.” Linus reminded.
“My cheeks hurt just from thinking about it.”
Linus hugged his sister, right there on the steps, her forehead pressing against his shoulder. He was a big boy now, nearly seven, and it was his job to protect his sister.
“I have a plan.”
Margaret looked up, tears in her eyes. “The Wicked Witch melts if we pour water on her.”
“We’re not going to pour water on her – mom would have to punish us, then.”
“Then what?” Margaret asked.
“Just follow me.”
Linus pulled his sister down the steps and towards the front door. They dashed past the living room but their mother spotted them.
“What are you two up too?” She asked from the sofa. “Come here and say hi to your Aunt.”
“We will,” Linus assured. “We just have to go out and get –” He let the sentence trail off, pulling his sister out the front door and into the snowy driveway.
“Come back here!”
“We’re going to make a snowman for Auntie Nell!” Linus yelled back towards their house, thinking quickly. He whispered towards Margret, “She won’t come out here it’s too cold.”
“She’d freeze.” Margaret smiled.
Linus nodded. “Then melt.”
Margret laughed. “And they all lived happily ever after.”
Inspirartion drawn from: Tale Weaver # 25 – When the Wicked Witch Visits.