“Do you have any with you?” I asked.
“No,” Glo said. “I would have to go to the Exotica Shoppe to get some.”
Hatchet was clawing at his crotch. “Maybe if I take my clothes off,” he said.
“No!” Clara said. “You can’t take your clothes off in my bakery. It’s not done. There’s an ordinance.” She turned to Glo. “Get him out of here. Take him to Exotica before he ruins me. Take Lizzy with you.”
“I haven’t finished my cupcakes,” I said to Clara.
“I’ll finish the cupcakes. Go with Glo, and make sure he doesn’t come back here. Do whatever you have to do.” Clara looked me straight in the eye. “Do anything.”
Glo took Broom and her messenger bag, and we walked Hatchet out of the bakery.
“It’s just a couple blocks,” Glo said to Hatchet. “Try to look normal and not scare anyone on the way.”
“My cheeks are chafing, and I have hives in my nose, creeping to my brain,” Hatchet said.
“Nobody likes a whiner,” Glo told him.
“Sorry,” Hatchet said. “Wouldst thou like to beat me?”
Glo declined, but I swear I saw Broom twitch toward Hatchet and Glo take a more firm grip.
Nina waved to us from the back of the store when we entered. She was a puff of lavender cotton candy in a gauzy fluffy gown that Cinderella might have worn to a ball, complete with a froth of lavender tulle perched on her head.
“I just got a shipment of Bavarian elf eyelashes,” she said. “Very special. Excellent for constipation and removing spells having Irish pixie dust as their main ingredient.”
“I’m looking for ground salamander,” Glo said. “I did an undo spell yesterday, and it undid what it was supposed to but it might have produced hives. I thought it could have happened because I didn’t use the ground salamander.”
Nina shook her finger at Glo. “It’s very naughty to cast spells with incomplete ingredients.”
Glo pulled Ripple’s out of her bag. “I thought I’d just do the spell over with the salamander.”
“That probably will work, since it was an undo spell,” Nina said, turning to a cabinet filled top to bottom with glass jars labeled Dandelion Fluff, Pickled Pigeon Feet, Scented Toadstool, Green M&Ms, Petrified Danish Quail Eggs. “Here it is,” Nina said. “Ground salamander. I sell a lot of this. It’s useful in so many spells.” She measured a small amount out, sealed it in a snack-size plastic bag, and passed it over to Glo.
Glo had Ripple’s open on the counter. “Here goes,” she said.
Hatchet stood in front of her, trying hard not to scratch.
“Begone, begone all manner of enchanted suggestion,” Glo read. “Evil eye and witches brew, charmed touch, tainted blood.” She took a pinch of salamander out of the bag and threw it at Hatchet. “Foul drugged sleep forever leave this vessel, this Hatchet.” She snapped her fingers twice. “Turn around three times and clap your hands once,” she said to Hatchet.
Hatchet turned around and clapped his hands.
“Do you still itch?” Glo asked.
“Yes!” Hatchet said.
“The spell might take a while to kick in,” Nina said. She took another jar off the shelf and gave two capsules to Hatchet. “Take this in the meantime.”
Hatchet swallowed the capsules. “What manner of magic was this?”
“Benadryl,” Nina said.
“Has the frickberry come in yet?” Glo asked.
“Not yet,” Nina said. “I’m hoping Monday.”
We all walked back to the bakery, and Hatchet stopped at a purple-and-yellow VW Beetle parked at the curb.