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small time of quiet, Lord, that’s all he wanted. He set down his cup
and walked out to the waiting room.
    “Doctor!” Dolly screamed. She clutched a swaddled
Julia, who wailed like an air raid siren. “Oh thank Jesus! Something is very
wrong with her! That hag did something! I knew she had!”
    “Calm down, Dolly!” Dr. Cort rolled his eyes
internally. “Come into the exam room and I’ll have a look.”
    Julia immediately went silent placed her down on the
leather topped table. She shot a mistrustful look at the adults and hissed,
actually hissed at her terrified mother.
    “ See!” Dolly shrieked. “It’s like she’s gone
mad!”
    Dr. Cort leaned in close to the tot, smiling
reassuringly. She withdrew to the table’s edge, whimpering. Julia’s eyes darted
left and right, looking for some avenue of escape.
    “No need to fret,” Cort was thoroughly confused. Was
this the same child he’d examined yesterday? “It’s your old mate, Dr. Cort.
Let’s see what the problem is.”
    Suddenly, the baby lunged forward at the doctor’s
outstretched hand. Julia bit deep into the webbing between thumb and
forefinger. He yelled out in pain, resisting the instinct to fling the baby
across the room.
    The child’s jaws were ratcheting down harder with each
passing second. Cort pleaded for Julia to release him. Dolly was no help. Her
hands were plastered to her face. She screamed shrilly, mercifully passing out
before the wailing split his head wide open.
    Loathe as he was to do so, he drew a hand back to
strike the child. Julia, perhaps sensing what was coming, abruptly let go with
a final shake. Her last wrenching maneuver rewarded the tot with a mouthful of
flesh.
    Dr. Cort wrapped his handkerchief around his bleeding
hand clumsily. The baby sat with her head cocked, noisily chewing the meat. She
looked like the dog on the RCA records gone crazy. What was she listening for?
    “Mrs. Root!” Cort called, stumbling out to the waiting
room. “Please call for an ambulance!”
    His secretary was slumped over her desk, large bruise
forming on her exposed cheek. A tall, beautiful woman, wearing a dark green
cloak and holding a blackthorn walking stick stood over Mrs. Root. Three other
babies sat at her feet.
    “Wh-who are you?” Dr. Cort whispered, intimidated by
the regal lady’s stature. His wound was nearly forgotten.
    “A lonely old mother,” the woman croaked mockingly.
“Come to claim a few children as my own.”
    “You…”
    “Yes, I was the one who kissed them. I fed them. Now
they’ll come with me. First though, we need strength for our journey. Provide
us with some nourishment, good physician.”
    Julia grabbed his left leg from behind. The others
converged on him, the fiery beauty pulling Dr. Cort’s tongue from his mouth in
a final gruesome kiss.

Violation
     
    Even with the truck mounted wench, bringing up the
coffin was nerve wracking. It groaned, creaked, bumping gently against the
grave’s sides. Each time the latter occurred, Elise’s breath caught briefly in
her throat. Jones was experienced though. He carefully monitored the casket’s
progress, stopping frequently to shine a bright light on the muddy box and
checking for cracks or leaks.
    If water had broken through the seal, no one made any
money. Their buyers didn’t want moldy bones and tarnished jewelry.
    “So far, so good,” Jones muttered. Elise knew from
years of working with the man that her de facto boss was talking to himself.
“Yup. Nice, tight, and all right.”
    Bushes parted, making Elise jump. Mikey, the junior
member of the crew, emerged, zipping up his fly. He was twenty, freckle faced,
and had a perpetually tousled head of bright red hair, making him look like an overgrown
Chuckie doll. Though she’d been skeptical at first on working with someone so
young, the kid had won them both over by being an extremely good digger.
    Unfortunately, Mikey also had a significant crush on
Elise. It was annoying, but she tolerated