Page 37 of Charmed, I'm Sure
“There’s a hurricane. There’s no way she’s out there in this.” I scoffed, turning my gaze toward the window, away from my sister’s probing stare.
“Know a lot about Magnolia, do you, brother?” I didn’t need to look at her to know her perfectly manicured brows were arched in suspicion.
“What? No. I mean, I know who sheis. We went to high school together for a year. But no one in their right mind would be out in this weather.”
Right?
“Well.” Addy shrugged, turning her attention back to her phone as I slipped mine back out from my pocket.
Taylor
Magnolia, please tell me you’re not out in this mess.
When a response still hadn’t come through five minutes later, I stood from the couch and made my way toward the back door as calmly as I could manage.
“Where are you going?” Addy hollered after me.
“To check the generators.”
Rain battered against my Bronco as I wove through the slowly accumulating debris along the road. I still hadn’t heard from Magnolia. I even tried calling her, but it went straight to voicemail.
“Come on, Mags. Where are you?” I muttered to myself, keeping my head on a swivel, scanning for any sign of cotton-candy hair amid the dreary gray blanketing our town.
I turned down the street that housedCharCutiewhen I spotted her. She was soaked from head to toe, her hair plastered to her back and face as she hurried down the sidewalk.
Finding a place to park where I hoped it wouldn’t get crushed by a tree, I jumped out and began making my way toward her.
“Magnolia!” I yelled over the howl of the wind. “Mags!”
“Meowfoy! Meowfoy! Where are you, buddy?”
Meow-what? What the hell did she just say?
“Meowfoy!”
“Magnolia!” I yelled again. This time she heard me, her head whipping in my direction, eyes wide.
“Taylor?!What the hell are you doing?”
“I could ask you the same thing!”
“My… my cat got out. We can’t find him!” Her voice cracked, and then I realized tears were mingling with the rain on her cheeks.
“Mags, baby, we need to get inside somewhere.”
“I can’t! I need to find him!”
Son of a bitch.
I pushed all the air from my lungs into my cheeks and shook my head. “What’s his name?”
Her lips curled inward for a moment before she scrunched her nose. “It’s Meowfoy.”
“Allllrighty, then. Let’s go find this cat.” No sooner were the words out of my mouth than the wind picked up and sent a branch crashing onto a power line, sparks flying into the air. “Fuck. Mags, come on, we need to get inside.”
“No!” she protested, trying to pull her wrist from my grasp. “I can’t leave him!”
“Please, Mags. Cats are smart. He’s probably hunkered down somewhere safe, and we need to do the same.” Tightening my grip on her wrist, I pulled her down the street. Branches and water were piling up in front of her shop, making that route impossible.
