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The usual disclaimers: If for age, legal, or moral reasons you shouldn't read this story, don't. This is a work of fiction. None of this could ever happen. We wish. This story is fattening. Evil Witch: Harvest of Hate By shalimar I don't need Fictionmania the way I used to since becoming the Evil Witch. I usually help out as a volunteer and am usually a brash voice of reason on the Hyperboard. My happy duties as the wife of Norm and mother of seven girls take a lot of time. Like my husband, I have my writing, which I am finally getting published. Also helping out at the synagogue, the soup kitchen, and doing the miracles that I am required by the Creator to do as the Evil Witch makes me a very busy woman. So when I was accused of being Pakistani on the Hyperboard I was livid, not because of the Pakistani connection. That mistake I could live with. As a group they are neither better nor worse than any other people are. What made my blood boil was the venom that was spewed out with that accusation claiming every Pakistani and I were the cause of every evil that was ever done to mankind. The hate was typical of every hate group's accusation of the victim group they throw their hate against. Being a Jew I have felt that hate first hand a few times. It wasn't Fictionmania's fault. I knew that those who had access to the delete button had not seen the messages before I saw this poison. My first reaction was to get rid of the toxin before others saw it. I sent messages to those who can eliminate the notes involved. My second reaction was as the Evil Witch, was to do some harm to this hatemonger. I decided that the best thing for me was to bring this alleged human being to my home and have some fun torturing this excuse for humanity. I started to do the magic that would bring this person to my home when Norman saw that I was upset. "What's going on, honey bun?" he asked. "This damn hatemonger is back again and he accused me of being Pakistani," I replied. "So?" "It's not the accusation. It's the, uuurrr, hate connected with it that rattles me," I said with clenched fists. "What are you going to do?" he calmly asked. "I'm going to make him pay for this shit," I replied, still fuming. "Don't do anything," he said. "Not until we discuss it." "I'm about to EXPLODE!" I told him. "Walk away," he told me as he held me. "You've got to walk away." I started to cry. Part of me, the caring part of me knew that he was right, but it was the caring part of me that got me to this point. "It's sixty-three and sixty-four AND my uncles all over again." "You never told me about them," Norman said soothing me. "Would it help to talk about it?" "I don't know. I never told you about my cousin Michael. He was about five years older than me, and I always looked up to him. He looked like an older version of me. I grew up a few blocks from him. In the summer of "sixty-three", he was headed south to do some voter registration. I asked my parents if I could tag along with him. They refused. They said I was too young. TOO YOUNG! At fourteen! At least that was the way I saw it back then. I said goodbye to him at the station when Mike took the train into the city and then down to Mississippi where he was working as a freedom rider that summer. He wrote to me telling me how poor these people were. Some didn't even have running water in their shacks. Their floors were mud. He also told me how brave they were. In one letter he said, 'I'm going to register them and then leave for college in the fall. But these people will still be down here facing the worst hate I have ever experience. Some of these white "Gentlemen" look at us as if we have just raped their daughters. All we are trying to do is to allow these people to vote.' He also called home about once every two or three days." "Then the phone calls and letters stopped coming. His parents were worried. My dad knew Robert Kennedy and called him. Bobby had the FBI on the case before the press even knew that he was missing. With my limited ability to see the future I knew that it was already too late. I didn't tell anybody. I didn't want to upset the family any further. The only ones I told were my sisters because they saw me crying in my room. I made them swear not to tell anyone. I found out years later they kept their word." "The only other one who knew was my cousin Lori. Like me, she also has the ability to see the future. Lori lived in Westchester at the time, but she called me up just after I knew, and we discussed what we saw. She heightened my ability that day. She has always had the ability to heighten my sensitivity. I can see things clearer just by talking to her about it. It's like I can feed off of her. Lori's ability to see is also improved when I'm near her or talking to her. Except that I hate having the sight, it is a win-win situation." "About a week after Kennedy sent the FBI, they found his body with two other freedom riders in a Mississippi levee. Their deaths caused national headlines. I didn't appreciate the news media hounding us for a story during the mourning period. I withdrew into myself, stayed in my room and did nothing for weeks. The only ones I talked to during that time were my sisters, and cousins Jake, Judy and Lori, just barely." "As you know, Jake is Lori's brother. What you don't know is they were adopted. Their father, Uncle Carl, has a genetic defect that prevented him from reproducing. The two children that Carl and his wife, Lilly adopted were considered "unadoptable" back then. Jake is my age and "officially" half-black and half-white which is why he was considered "unadoptable" back then. Lori is two years younger. Both did well in school, graduating at or near the top of their class. Jake then went to the Jewish Theological Seminary and became a rabbi. I was proud that he married us, Norman." "You know, I looked up to Mike. He and my other cousin, Judy, taught me all my swear words. I, in turn, quickly taught Jake and Lori along with my then two sisters, Ellen and Laura. It took a long time for my uncle and my parents to forgive me. Mike told me he was going to teach me how to drive. Then he was dead. Dead from this SAME STUPID HATE." I continued to cry as Norman held me. "DAMN IT," I continued. "I still think if I was there I could have saved Mike." "How?" asked Norman. "What could a fourteen-year-old boy do?" "Maybe my abilities could have started then instead of two years ago." "And if not," Norman said, "You would be as dead as your cousin, and all the good you have done since your cousin died would never have happened. Besides, would you have been ready back then?" "No," I answered, surprised at my answer. "I sometimes doubt that I am ready now." "You are right about the hate, though," Norman continued. "It has to stop, but not this way. I was told once that if you could magically punish a rapist you should make him the mother of the victim. That way he could feel the pain of what had happened, yet the changeling would have to deal with the child's pain first. In the end the changeling would be powerless to take revenge." "Mother of the victim," I repeated through sobs. "That's an interesting idea, but what do you have in mind?" "Something similar to how you are also a victim of 'Mississippi Burning,' but I don't how yet," Norman explained. "Perhaps with your better ability to see the future than I can, you could see a way to do this." "Not now, I'm too upset." "Just promise me you won't do anything until we discuss it and figure out how to do it right." "Promise," I agreed. "Do you want me to make it a vow?" "No, that's not necessary." My thoughts went from Michael, to my cousin Marlene. She has been widowed for almost forty years because someone took shots at a Long Island Rail Road train during the riots in Bed-Sty. The extended family had to support her emotionally and financially for years. She didn't deserve her fate; nor did her husband deserve his. I haven't seen or spoken to Marlene in more than a year, and her two sons even longer. That bothered me. I'll have to call her when I'm feeling better. Marlene, like Judy, is actually mama's first cousin. But I grew up in an extended family situation with a great grandmother on one side and a great grandfather on the other. Mike was dad's third cousin's grandchild, yet we were very close. I went often to Mike's or Judy's homes that were walking distance to my home. At that time, Marlene lived only a few miles away. I didn't know why, but I was horny that night. I told Norman about my need. He was glad to take care of it. It was good for him. I was happy I could do it for him in my condition. Soon he'll need to take cold showers. For me, it was a violent fuck. Instead of the normal warm loving feeling I get when he cums in me. I was crying, hurt. Norman asked me if he did something wrong. "No, you did the right thing," I explained. "Come here, honey," he told me. "I'm good at listening." I slid over to my love, continuing to cry. Finally I said, "I think it was an angry fuck, at least from me." He closed his eyes, and shook his head slowly. He then kissed me on the forehead, held me close, and rocked me as I cried myself to sleep. The next morning, after we walked the girls to school with Adel on the leash, Norman confided in me that he almost became a freedom rider, but was prevented by the same age restriction himself. Some of his classmates in high school called him a "nigger lover." Along with most of his friends, he had supported the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the pro-civil rights presidential candidate, Lyndon Johnson. I told him that taunt was his and his friends' badges of honor, especially since they lived down South. I realized, again, that Norm was stronger than me was because he lived through the prejudices every day back then. However, his strength is one reason I married him. It took me a while for me to calm down, but eventually I did. Taking care of a household of seven daughters, one with a boyfriend (or is it fianc?e?), one puppy dog, a husband, friends, and synagogue duties force me to look outside of myself very quickly. Two days after the incident I kept my promise to myself to call my cousin. We talked about the fact that she is now a grandmother, enjoying that role. Then Marlene asked about my witchcraft. While we discussed that I had the idea that she wanted to do it also. After several more not so subtle hints, I told her that I would have someone go over to her place and evaluate her to see if she could be a witch. Just after that, I mentioned the hate messages. I explained how the messages hurt me. "Make him like me," Marlene said. "I know you have felt the pain, too, Shelly, but you don't know it the way I do. I still miss Larry. He would have loved his grandchildren. I still think of how he would have experienced what I was doing at the time I was doing it. There are still times I need him to hold me or to be next to me in my bed." I was crying with her. My scars are usually buried inside me. I didn't know she lives it every day. The next morning Norman and I walked our six youngest daughters to their elementary school. During the five-block walk I notice a house for sale that wasn't there the day before. Another old couple moving out, a young family was moving in. I pointed the "for sale" sign out to Norman as Adel pulled on her leash. "I have an idea about you unfriendly friend," he said after we dropped off the kids. Adel was pulling the leash as hard as she could. "The house for sale is the key. We'll talk it over with the Wiz and Grandma when they come over tomorrow. I'm too close to the situation because of your pain to be sure I'm doing the right thing, besides I want to make sure we do it the right way." Norman used our code words for the SRU Wizard and the Bikini Beach owner. When we are in public and in front of the girls we don't use their real names. It is something that he and Anya's grandmother have about the power of names. We respect their need. Often when we are alone we forget and use those code names. I am also used to the idea of multiple names. My family has used that idea for nearly four millennia. Norman explained to me what he had in mind with the hatemonger. I told him that so far it was a good idea. When we got home I took my bicycle to my parent's home. Since mom is now physically nearer to my physical age I figured that we could do something together that day. It would also give me a break from my craziness. It is strange going to mom for sanity. She is like a typical Jewish mother. She means well, but I usually feel like I'm less sane when I leave her. Her pregnancy is further along than mine and sometimes she needs my sisters' or my help this late in the pregnancy. I'm several weeks away from that beached whale feeling. I'm still the prettiest woman in the world, although I'm beginning to waddle. I took her baby shopping. We bought clothes for her new little one. Every one of her other babies are now adults. Most of us are now mothers. I also bought mom a baby carriage, car seat, and crib. Mom and dad still don't know what sex their new child will be. I could have used my powers to find out, but they insisted that no one know until the birth. She said it is part of the excitement of giving birth. I already know what sex our child will be. It is the choice mom and I each made. We are hoping that this is mom's first vaginal birth. I had to be a "C" Sectioned because I was hanging myself. Due to the medical knowledge of the times my four younger sisters were also were "C" Sectioned. I learned later that some of the strength of my witch powers is because I am "not of woman born." After shopping, mom picked up Sarah and Alex and met me at my house after I picked up the other six girls with Norman. Adel was happy to see my children and showed her appreciation to each of them. I told mom she should come for dinner with dad and Ellen. My sister Ellen and I are not that close, but she is still family. That night Ellen brought her husband and daughter, who are now in college nearby. Norman purposely wore his Braves cap knowing my brother-in-law's rabid Mets feelings. I knew Norm was being playful. Speaking of college, my ex-wife had a going away party for Manny the next weekend. He is going to Technion in Haifa within a few days. Israel Institute is one of the best science schools in the world, but I will be worried about him as long as he is there. He is staying with relatives, so they should be able to help him know the ropes. He might even get some extra security while he is there. Manny might even get a job with the Israeli space program while he is there, because our cousin is the head of that agency. Just after the girls came home from school the next day, the SRU Wizard and Grandma popped into our house, literally. I may be a witch, but others transporting themselves in front of me always unnerve me. I'm still not used to the world of magic. "Hi," was all I could say. "Welcome to the funny farm," Norman said, sounding serious. "Where seven wonderful girls try their best to drive their parents crazy. There are times I think they succeed." "Isn't this house kind of small for such a large family?" asked the Wiz who was at our home for the first time. "There are advantages to this place," Norman continued. "It's the neighbors. It's the school. It's the synagogue. It's the shopping. Besides, we're happy here. Would you like me to show you around? You might notice we do a good job of folding space." "I'd be glad to see your home," replied the SRU Wizard. Norman showed the Wizard the house. Although she had been to our home many times before, Grandma joined them while I went into the kitchen to get the cake and make coffee and tea. The three of them joined me around the kitchen table. They talked while I served and then sat down and remained quiet. "OK," Grandma finally said to me. "Out with it. You are usually so talkative that we can hardly shut you up." "You both can read minds," I said, still afraid. "I didn't want to talk about it." "Not according to Norman," the Wiz said. "Well," I explained as I looked down. "I read some posts on the Fictionmania Hyperboard that were directed at me and Pakistanis. There was major prejudicial hate." "So walk away," suggested Grandma. "Doing nothing got my cousins killed," I continued. "Sometimes you have to do something brave, like my great uncle did to save my grandfather." "What did he do?" asked the Wiz. "In 1903, there was a pogrom in Kiev where my great grandparents came from. All my great grandparents' children hid in a cellar beneath the floor of their home. Grandpa was still in diapers at the time. The front door was broken open by the rioters. Being afraid, grandpa whimpered. The children were caught. Grandpa's oldest brother, Uncle Saul, told his sisters, grandpa and another uncle to go further back in the cellar. Then, Uncle Saul opened the cellar door, facing the mob, smiling. He wasn't going to let them see his fear. They took him upstairs, throwing him off the roof. He broke one of his legs in the fall, but the other children were safe. Uncle Saul's leg never healed right. He had a limp for the rest of his life. When I was told the story on Uncle Saul's knee he said his limp was his badge of courage. It was this pogrom that led my grandfather to this country a few months later." "So, like your uncle, you feel that you need to face this hatemonger?" asked Grandma. "Yes," I replied. "He needs to face his actions. He needs to see the hurt he causes." "I had an idea to help Shelly," Norman said. "But I'm not sure it's the right thing to do. I think that we should change him into a Pakistani woman immigrant to the U. S. who has just married a Pakistani immigrant businessman who has been here for a while." Norman then gave the details of how this couple will be just moving into our neighborhood. He explained the husband's business. He explained the wife's role. Finally he explained what would happen. While Norman was telling them what he believed should be done, I was feeling tiny and small. I was still hurt, angry and hated this spammer. Yes, I hated, and I didn't like the feeling one bit. "But we're still not sure if this is the right thing to do to this hatemonger," Norman finished. "Interesting concept. Let this hatemonger feel the results of the hate from the point of view of those who love the victim," noted the Wiz. "Have you done the homework on this?" asked Grandma. "Not really," I said. "I promised Norman we'd discuss it first." "We'll have Anya and Danielle do the preliminary investigation and get back to you," the Wiz said. "Make sure Sarah is with them so she could learn this," Norman insisted. "She is a very bright girl, although she sometime acts too quickly," Grandma said. "Just like me," I said. "An I Q that is off the scale, but with attention deficit combined with mild dyslexia. Our minds often are able to skip a few steps." "But those steps are often important for the process," the Wiz reminded me. "I know," I replied. "That is one reason why I have to be very careful with my ability. I could easily make a mistake of omission without realizing it. But we believe Sarah should pay more attention, now. We put her on Ritalin." "What?" asked Grandma. "Are you crazy?" "We know the side effects," Norman replied. "We agonized over this decision for weeks. When we decided, we asked Sarah if she wanted to take the chance. She couldn't make a decision for over a month. She finally agreed two weeks ago." "I did notice some improvement in her performance recently," Grandma remarked. "I thought I was imagining things." "By the way," I mentioned. "I don't know if it is important, but my friend is British, you know," I said. "You looked?" the Wiz asked. "I have my ways of finding out," I replied. "This could be a double cultural change," Grandma said. "Plus the sex." "Yea, a stranger in a strange land," Norman quoted. "It makes things harder with the changes," Grandma said. "Aly adjusted very quickly," Norman replied. "She can even spell things American, now." "Aly has a need to fit in," Grandma told us. "This one is not interested in changing anything." "All our children are special in their own way," I replied. "You know that Aly still tries to be the queen," I said to them. "It drove Liss up the wall. At least it did until I told Melissa to pretend she is Lady Di. That way she could do what she wanted." "I'm amazed how happy Barbie and Rocky are, now," Norman told them. "They're acting just like little girls. I think the only one closer to Barbie than Rocky is Adel." "Yip," was Adel's response when she heard her name. I look at that puppy, which I was petting, as another one to love. She, like me, is a mutt: a little bit of this, a little bit of that, and a little bit of the other. After the "yip" Adel jumped down off my lap and ran to Barbara who was playing with her doll. Barbara gave her friend a hug and started to play with Adel. After a while I noticed that Barbara was teasing Adel. "Barbara Gail stop teasing the dog," I yelled. "With what you are doing? She'll probably bite you. She is already angry and starting to snap." "OK, mommy," Barbara said as she continued to tease the dog. "You heard you mother!" Norman replied. I'm happy about Norman's changes towards the children. Just after we increased our daughters from two to seven I kept my word and kept the children away from Norman. But the more they bothered their father, the more he wanted to be bothered. Now, unlike some fathers, he's a hands on dad. He genuinely listens to them, helps them with their homework, and takes them where they have to go. Sometimes I believe he is spoiling them, but then one of the girls does something that he HAS to discipline her and I realize he is just letting her become the woman she will eventually be. Suddenly Adel got Barbara's finger with her milk teeth. It still hurt and surprised her. Barbara came to me crying. Adel, knowing what she did, cowered away from us. There was a little blood on Barbara's finger. I would normally leave it alone, but I knew that Barbara NEEDED to have a bandage on her finger. I got the Band-Aid and spray disinfectant and fixed my daughter's finger. "See what happens when you tease someone?" I asked Barbie. "Uh, huh." "I think Adel punished you enough, but you should still apologize to her." "OK, sniff," Barbie responded. Then I did something only a parent or other ancestor could do, kissed it to make it better. Barbara was happy. While this was happening Norman went over to Adel, lightly swatted her behind, then petted the animal to let her know she did wrong, but we still loved her. Norman got a series of licks from Adel for that. Before I finished fixing Barbara's finger, Adel was happily playing with Rocky. I knew that Adel would have a cute bonnet on her head that belongs to one of Rocky's dolls. That bonnet got very dirty when the three of them went outside to play. Before Raquel and Barbara left, Aly ran in a got a hug from me. Liss followed a few seconds later and ran to Norman. Then Lilly came into the kitchen and gave Grandma a hug. Grandma is Lilly's favorite non-relative visitor. Less than a second later, Rose ran in, saw that every other grown-up was busy and went to the Wiz for the hug. He was surprised, but finally gave Rosie her hug after hesitating for a bit. "I'm not used to little girls," he said with a smile on his face. "But you changed so many to them," Norman remarked. "I never had anyone that small around all the time," the Wiz replied sadly, looking at Grandma. Then to Rose he said with a smile, "I once saved Curious George." "The monkey?" Rose asked wide-eyed, still hugging the Wiz. She was looking up at him. "Actually the authors. They're the ones who wrote the books. They came into my shop just before Paris fell to the Nazis in 1940. They needed transportation to get out of the city. All I had were two bicycles still packed in boxes. I gave the bicycles to them and told them I would have helped them put the bicycles together, but I had to save someone else. His name was Victor Lasslo. I had to get him to my friend, Rick, in Casablanca. With Victor I knew there would be a time warp, but I didn't care. The bicycles were special. They were fast and hid the riders well. The authors of Curious George barely escaped with the sketches for that first book." The next afternoon I caught Norman reading. It wasn't THAT he was reading, but WHAT he was reading. It was "Songs of Songs!" I made a decision. I mentally became sexy and walked over to him. I put my legs around his as I sat down on him facing him. I took the book away from him and kissed him. He made it French as I put my arms around his neck. I kept him busy, happy, and his record intact. He STILL hasn't finished reading that story. Grandma called us the next day and told us that they set up the change for the spammer. She explained that Danielle and Anya would do the change with Sarah's help. Sarah was to do a minor role because Norman and I were RIGHT about my vengeance. I understood and accepted my family's limited role. A wizard should NEVER do magic with revenge. It creates too many complications that are usually harmful. Those harmful complications could even affect the wizard. It was three in the afternoon when Anya and Danielle arrived at our house. A few minutes later, Sarah, in a quick exercise, concentrated, located the spammer. Anya did the magic that transported the spammer to our home. The surprised young man, dressed in jeans and "Hells Angles" t- shirt, arrived a few seconds later. He looked twenty. He was about five foot eleven, 160 pounds with short blond hair and robin egg blue eyes. The girls remarked that he would be cute except for his tattoos and the way he dressed. "What is going on?" he asked a little drunk. "You are not going to spew your hate anymore," Danielle explained. "What are you bloody talking about?" he asked nervously. "You posted those anti-Pakistani hate messages a few days ago that included my mother." Sarah said. "It is going to stop here and now. You will not do it again." "You got the wrong bloody guy." he lied, showing some signs of fear. "Actually we checked it out several times," Anya told him. "You're the one we want, Reginald." Danielle explained. Reggie was surprised that she used his name. It scared him even more. "You've been bothering others as well, like Celeste," Anya said. "And you won't do it any more," said Sarah. "Not to my mom. Not to my Aunt. Not to anyone." "Who's going to stop me?" Reggie asked, defiantly. "We are," replied Anya with an impish grin. "Three teenage birds?" he asked with disdain. "Yup!" replied Danielle flashing a smile that could light up a darkened room. "Three teenage WITCHES." "Let's see what could we do?" asked Anya, rhetorically. "We could change you to a Pakistani for starters." "Why Pakistani?" asked Reginald. "So you can experience the hate you gave," replied Sarah. "Because you will be living around the corner from here." "You have a odd accent," said Reggie. "Where is here?" "Long Island," answered Danielle. "That is just outside of New York City." "But how?" asked Reggie. "I live just outside of London and have a job in the city as an X-ray technician." "I told you," replied Danielle. "We're witches." "This MUST be a bad dream," Reggie mused. "The nightmare is only beginning for you, Reggie," Anya explained. "You are about to be a recent Pakistani immigrant to this country." "Pakistani?" he asked as if he was being served something to eat he didn't like. "And the wife of a Pakistani immigrant who owns a business here," Sarah continued. "Wife? I'm going to have to have sex with a man?" Reggie asked. "A Pakistani man?" "Perceptive, isn't he?" Anya said to the other girls. At that time Danielle completed the magic that started Reggie's change. "You can't do that to me," he said, as he grew smaller. His skin was darkening and his voice grew higher. "This is not fair." "What's not fair?" asked Danielle. "It's not fair for you spew this hate," Anya replied. "Somebody might believe you. Then some people might get hurt." His body continued to change. He, or should we now say she, grew breasts and her hair grew longer and darker. She was maybe five foot in her feminine shoes. Her clothes were also changing to the traditional long dress with long sleeves Islamic women in Pakistan wear. As is normal for a woman from that country she wore a chador over her head. Until then Norman and I were watching the girls' actions. We were admiring their handiwork. "Not bad," I said walking around the new woman. "What is your name, GIRL?" "Nadia," was the new woman's response, as she looked down embarrassed. Her accent was what I remembered for a Pakistani. "And who were you?" asked Norman making sure the spell was right. "Reginald Walters," was her response. I noticed she was sober as required by Islamic law. "I lived near London." "Welcome to Levittown, New York," Sarah said. "You are our new neighbor." "We have to go outside, now," I told Nadia. "You are moving in to the house up the block, and I haven't met you, yet. You have to help your husband with the movers." "Husband?" asked Nadia. "What more have you done to me?" "You forget," I continued. "I haven't done any of the magic. Besides, you're newlyweds. You two have that new love happiness towards each other." "Yes," she said with a smile. "Mohamed is a wonderful man." We walked out my front door, and crossed the street. We walked the five houses to the end of the block and walked down the cross street to where the movers were bringing in Mohamed and Nadia's things. When we got to the lawn of the new home for Nadia, she looked at the movers and didn't notice me. I said to Nadia, "Hi, I'm Shelly Johnson. My husband and I are your new neighbors around the corner. Welcome to the neighborhood. When you get settled we'd like to have you over for tea or coffee." "Nadia Kahn, I mean Shweb," said the new woman who had an accent I couldn't place. "We thank you for the invitation. My husband and I were just married." "Just married? Then you don't have any kids. I hope the size of my brood doesn't discourage you from having children," I said. "You have a few?" she asked. "I hope to give my Mohamed many sons." "I gave Norman, that's my husband, seven daughters. I wouldn't trade one of them for the world." "Seven? That's a lot of children here in the States. Back home that is normal." "Where is home? Middle East?" "Pakistan. My family is important merchants in Islamabad. I was living there until about two years ago. I met Mohamed because I am going to Adelphi. Mohamed went back home to arrange the marriage. My parents insisted that we get married back in Islamabad. I am happy to be his wife. It is but two months that we are married." "Your husband, Mohamed," I asked. "What does he do?" "He owns a computer programming company here in Freeport," Nadia said. "He has hired his brothers and will be bringing one of my brothers, Ali, as soon as he can get his green card. Also Mohamed teaches at Adelphi. That's how we met. We saw each other around campus. Then we talked. What does your husband do?" "Norman is a successful writer," I told Nadia. "He used to be a programmer in COBOL, but he sold a story to a movie studio and went full time as a writer. He helped me get published." "You're a writer?" Nadia asked. "I've never met writers before." "Two romance novels, and two children's books to my credit," I said. "And Norman had a Sci-Fi novel and two movie contracts among his accomplishments." "May I read your stories?" "Sure, I have copies at home. Say, would you like to have dinner with us? That way you could pick up the books and unpack your dishes later." "We couldn't," she said. "Why not?" "We keep hallel," she explained. "That's OK," I replied. "We keep kosher, at least in the home. Your religious leaders say that it is acceptable." "Johnson is a Jewish name?" she asked. "It is now. Norman converted several years ago. So am I going to serve two more for dinner?" "I'll ask Mohamed. What's your address?" "One twenty-six Vista. That's that block there," I told her as I pointed. "Why don't you ask him now?" Nadia went into her new home and brought out a handsome man with black curly hair and a close-cropped beard. He was about five foot seven and twenty-five. Like Nadia and me he had dark skin. "Nadia said you have invited us for dinner," Mohamed said in the same accent that Nadia had, although it seemed more Americanized. "It is the best way I could think of to welcome you to our neighborhood," I said. "Like I told your wife, we keep kosher, so we won't be breaking any of your dietary laws. What would you like to eat? I still have time to shop." "You are an insistent lady," he said with a grin. "What does your husband say?" "We discussed the possibility before I came out to watch you move in," I replied. "He had suggested the idea." "We could use the rest. Thank you for the hospitality. Anything is fine. What time?" "Six thirty OK?" He bowed politely to me and then said, "That would be nice. Excuse me I have to supervise the movers again. Otherwise, I would be glad to talk. We'll see you later." "Great! Dress casually or at least comfortable," I replied. "My husband or I will stop by to make sure you get to the right house." After he left I said to Nadia, "The way you dress is between you and your husband." "It is Islamic law. I must follow the Koran," she said to me. Then to the movers, "Put that in the master bedroom downstairs." "I understand," I told her. "My family follows Jewish law to the best of our ability. The main difference is the specifics of the law." We continued to chat for over an hour. Then I left and bought more for dinner at the kosher butcher and fruit stand. Dinner was a barbecue that we ate outdoors. Even Adel enjoyed the meat. While we ate, Norman mentioned that he was a programmer before becoming a writer. Mohamed asked Norman if he could do a little consulting work for him. Norman was flattered and accepted the temporary assignment, which lasted about eight weeks. As a result Norman had many conversations with Mohamed and was able to discover much about Islam. There were many similarities to our Jewish faith. Norman explained some of the concepts to me, which I often discussed with Nadia and with both of them when we occasionally had dinner with Norm's temporary boss. It was Saturday night. Sarah had her usual date with Alex. All three sets of our twins had play dates. Except for the dog, this was the first time Norman and I were alone together in a long time. Norman rented an old romantic movie from the video store. I curled up next to him as we watched the movie. About half way through the movie our future descendent started to move around. I put Norm's hand on my belly. He smiled when the baby kicked. When the movie ended, he put on a CD of "Something." It was not our anniversary, but he wanted to play the song that was our first dance as Mr. and Mrs. as a way to show his love. My love and I danced to the music. When the words, "You asked if our love grows," was sung I pulled Norman in to bedroom and we made love. Who says that romance ends at the wedding? The next Tuesday Nadia joined the normal coffee klatch that I have with Miriam in the morning. Nadia didn't have classes in August. What surprised me is that Nadia had that "cat ate the cannery" smile. "You had sex with Mohamed," Miriam said to Nadia. "Yes," replied Nadia, as she looked down, embarrassed, but still smiling. "So, tell us what happened," I said anxious to hear the details. "I can't," answered Nadia. "I feel so embarrassed." "Out with it, girl," said Miriam picking up Nadia's chin. "You'll feel better if you share it with us." "Are you sure?" Nadia asked. "Positive," I replied. "This is hard for me to do," Nadia said. "I was washing the dishes from dinner, when Mohamed touched me on the neck with his finger. He moved that finger down my neck to my shoulder. It was just one finger, but it sent electricity to every cell in my body. I gave a gasp. I leaned back on him as I turned off the water. He put his arms around my tummy and rubbed that area gently as I murmured. I felt so warm and loved and HORNY. I got wet as my breasts began to tingle. I needed him to continue as I leaned my head back, moving it against his chest. Then I turned around, making sure my ass kept in contact with his penis. He touched me all over, loosening my dress. Then I took his hand and led him into our bedroom. I realized I had the biggest smile I could ever have at the time. We undressed and stood there naked in front of each other. I noticed how engorged he was and massaged his member. He pulled me into our bed. Then we explored each other's body until I pulled him into me. It was great. Even after he came in me it felt good. I felt love as I cuddled into Mohamed." "Did you come?" asked Miriam. "No," replied Nadia as a smile came on her face. "But you enjoyed it," Miriam said "Yes, oh, yes!" answered Nadia, smiling. Then she stopped smiling as she said, "At least the Nadia in me was thrilled. But the Reggie in me is scared. He's afraid that he is gay, and that scares me." "That's a side effect of this spell we didn't expect," I told Nadia. "I have to talk to Danielle before I can fix the spell. If she or I can, you will not have that fear again." "Good," said Nadia. "I love Mohamed too much for sex to be in the way." "Love?" Miriam asked. "You really love him. Like you can see his faults clearly cause they drive you up the wall, and you don't care?" "Yes, and I HAVE to take care of him. And I WILL do what he wishes because it is him." When Norman and I returned home from shopping later that day I picked up the phone and called. Of course it's a 555 number. "Spells R Us. We have what you need," said Danielle. "Good, it's you. This is Shelly Johnson. Got a problem with that spell you did on Nadia Shweb." "Nadia Shweb?" "Reginald Walters." "Oh, the spammer!" Danielle replied. "What's the problem?" "Nadia likes sex with her husband, but the Reggie in her is afraid he is gay and is scared." "Use a turn off switch so Reggie is not there when they have sex. That should solve the problem." "How do I do that?" I asked. "I've never done it before." She explained to me the details. It was a simple piece of magic. She told me that she would email me the instructions just in case I forget one of the steps. I thanked her for teaching me. Later that day I fixed Nadia's problem with sex. The next morning Nadia again came to our coffee klatch very happy. "So," I said. "You did it again." "Yes," Nadia said. "And it was wonderful. I came. The colors. And Reggie wasn't there. It was wonderful." "You said that already," Miriam teased. "I also realize that I really do love him. It is more than that newlywed love. I'll do anything for him. Thank you, Shelly." "You're welcome. For what?" "For making me Nadia," she replied. "I've never loved someone so deeply and so completely before. It's so important to me to care for someone the way I do Mohamed. I didn't know what I was missing." "I told you, I didn't do the magic, but I'll tell the girls what you said." I was happy for her. I decided to try to prevent Mohamed's death. That meant that I would have to go before the Witches and Wizards Council. I was willing to do that. What I didn't know, at least consciously, is it was already too late. The event that would lead to the hate that resulted in his death was about to happen. My appointment with the Council was for September twelfth. Nadia again joined me at Miriam's for our normal coffee and talk. I, of course drink tea, but that is not a major difference. We enjoy talking about what is happening. After a while, Nadia asked, "What's it like?" "What's what like?" asked Miriam. "Being pregnant." Nadia replied. "You start off very happy," replied Miriam. "And then that little one starts to move," I continued. "That's when you know that kid is real." Miriam said. "You feel all warm and loving, especially towards the baby and your husband," I added. "That loving feeling continues even when you feel like you're big as a house," added Miriam. "And you have to pee every ten minutes," I followed. "But the birth is the most wonderful experience you'll ever have," continued Miriam. "That's just a synopsis," I finished. "Are you thinking of having a baby?" "I think I'm pregnant," replied Nadia. "You don't know?" asked Miriam. "Not yet," replied Nadia. "Let's go to the drug store and find out," I suggested. We left after cleaning the dishes. Sure enough, Nadia's test kit said she was pregnant. Both Miriam and I congratulated her. I gave her the name of my obstetrician. Nadia asked for an appointment for just about the same time as my basic checkup for later that month so we could go together. When he confirmed the test, the three of us went out and celebrated. About one month later we again celebrated, this time for Miriam. The rest of August continued in that way. After spending the early morning with Norman I went over to Miriam's and talked to her and Nadia. When school started for Nadia we discovered that she was off in the mornings of Tuesday and Thursdays. That fall semester would be her last because her baby would be born near the end of the spring semester. Norman and I had just finished walking our children to school and I was washing the breakfast dishes before meeting Nadia at Miriam's when the phone rang. "Hello." "Shelly, do you have your TV on?" asked Miriam. "No, I try not to." I said. "Why?" "The World Trade Center was hit." "What do you mean, hit? How?" "A plane hit the North tower. I'm scared. Gary is supposed to go there today." "Why was your husband going there?" I asked, concerned. "He had a meeting with some people there, and I'm scared, REALLY SCARED." "I'll be over there in a few minutes," I told Miriam. "I'll have Norman find Gary." After I hung up the phone, I ran into our bedroom where Norman's and my computers are and found him writing a story. "A plane hit Wootsy and Gary was supposed to go there today for a meeting. Can you check on him?" I asked, anxiously. "I'll get off of my computer and find him," my love replied. "Then PLEASE, PLEASE, check on our other friends in the area," I said as he saved what he wrote. "Will do, honey. Are you alright?" Norman asked as he shut down his computer. Norman knows when I'm upset. "No, but Miriam needs me more, now," I replied. "Call me on the cell phone as soon as you know anything." "OK," he said as we kissed. We gave each other our love. I clung to him a little longer than I should have, but I needed him then. Then he faded from the room as he transported himself to search for our friends. I ran out of our house. I ran so fast to Miriam's that I nearly knocked Nadia down at the entrance door. When Miriam answered the door she was crying and shaking. We put our arms around Miriam and comforted her. "Where was he supposed to be? I asked when Miriam's crying subsided enough for her to talk. "North Tower," she sobbed. "Fifth floor. He took the 8:00 train from Hicksville." "He'll be alright," I said trying to be cheerful. "He probably didn't even arrive at Wootsy before this happened." "We'll stay with you, though," continued Nadia. "One of us will wait with you until Gary comes back, promise." Miriam gave us her best sad smile. Inside I was just as frightened as Miriam. Inside I was shaking like a leaf. Gary was not the only one I was worried about at that time, just the closest. Jay works at Wootsy. We were at his son's bar mitzvah two weeks before and a barbecue the week after. His son, Ryan, did an excellent job of reading the mafter and haphtorah at the bar mitzvah. Liss was brave enough to ask Ryan to dance at the reception the next day. Of course I pushed her to do it, but they had fun together. The two of them talked at the barbecue, but there is no date planned yet. I think they are too young, but you never know. Other close friends, who were at the bar mitzvah and barbe, were also working down in or near Wootsy. Jimmy works for the city at the Municipal Building. Ilene works across the street from Wootsy and her husband Rich works at the NYSE. Sal, a stockbroker friend, also works across the street from Wootsy. He normally gets off the subway at the WTC. We found out later he was walking out of Wootsy while pieces of the building were falling off. He and the other members of his office were stuck as the cloud covered lower Manhattan. His office had to relocate to their Long Island office for over a month. He decided to stay because his trip to Long Island is easier than traveling to Manhattan. We watched as the second plane hit. "This is sabotage," Nadia said just as the flame went up to the building's top. I knew she was right. Then we heard about the Pentagon and the plane crash in Pennsylvania. About fifteen minutes after Pennsylvania, Norman called me on my cell phone to say he found Gary on one of the subway trains sitting there, not knowing anything about the events. Gary would still be fuming about being late for his meeting if Norman hadn't explained to him what was happening. One safe. I gave a sigh of relief. Miriam was feeling better that Gary was safe, but she was still shaking. She began worrying about most of the same people I was worried about. When we heard about the Pentagon, I began to worry about Janet and Celeste who both live near that building. Celeste works for the State Department. Janet used to be Davenport, but I changed him to her during the 10,000,000 confusion. Recently she agreed to become my sister during the waiting period to change back to Davenport. She became my sister because she believed sisterly love would protect her from any more damage due to my insanity and magic. I called her cell phone from mine. "Janet!" I said after almost a minute of anxious telephone rings. "Yea?" came her sleepy voice. "You're alright. Thank G_d." "Of course I'm alright." Yawn. "What's wrong, Shelly?" "The Pentagon was hit by a plane and I'm just making sure you weren't near it at the time. You were supposed to pass it going to a job fair this morning." "Why aren't you using your sight?" "Can't I be sure? Besides I like to talk to my baby sister," I said. Then I sniffed. "My big sister got scared. Didn't you?" "I still worry about you, Janet." "I'm a big girl, now, Shelly." "I know. I worry about you 'cause I love you." "I love you, too, Shelly," said Janet. "That love may be a factor in my decision on staying this way, but I have to do things on my own." "Do I really interfere?" "I'm stuck as a girl, and you ask me if you interfere?" "So, are you coming home when mom gives birth in a few weeks?" "I don't know. I don't know if I want to leave my boyfriend." "Oh?" I asked, drawing out the "oh." "Is it that guy down the hall?" "Yes. And don't ask. I'm confused as to how I feel. I like him a lot. I really do, but I'm still Davenport inside." "Follow your heart," I suggested. "But it doesn't know what to do. Does this mean you won't change me back?" "Do you want to?" "I don't know." "When you're sure, we'll talk." "Just talk?" "If you want to go back, I'll turn you back. You also may want to stay." "OK," she replied. "That sounds better." "Did you speak to Celeste?" "You woke me. You know that." "This is one time I'm glad you were bad and were late." She giggled. We agreed to try to get in touch with our sister, Celeste, and have her call the other. Then we hung up. When Miriam, Nadia and I found out that the planes were from Boston, I had to worry about extended family. My father's mother's family came to this country through Boston. Many of my cousins still live in that metro area. As the day progressed, more of our friends and relatives were found to be safe. The last to report in was Rich who emailed us that he had to shower the soot off of him. He was inside a building eight blocks away when the towers collapsed. He had shouted "OH! MY G_D!" to his eighty-year- old father as he saw one of the towers collapse and his phone went dead. I was surprised that his father's weak heart survived Rich's comment. Later I discovered our friend, Eileen got sick from something in the WTC cloud that drifted over where she teaches in Great Neck and Allen, her husband, was also late for a meeting at WTC that day. Although Allen officially worked out of Wootsy, he usually works from home. They taught me a lesson. I should worry about those I "shouldn't" worry about in a situation like this. Hopefully there will not be a situation like this again. Everyone I knew was safe. I was lucky. I knew others would not be. There would be fear and crying through out the entire metropolitan area simply because some people have a complete disregard for life. How arrogant can they be? During the day I began to worry about Nadia and Mohamed. Because of their beliefs, the way they look and the way they dress they are prime targets of the usual hatred that some of us have in this country for people that are different. With bin Laden being accused of the murders, Moslems were especially vulnerable to this discrimination and prejudicial hate. I was hoping that these anti-Muslim bigots would be few and far between. Later that day, we walked Miriam over to the elementary school where she is PTA president. She thought she could help out with the children. The school principal was thankful that we came and talked to the kids. Weeks later the school board officially thanked us for what we did for the children. Everybody I knew, including me, were in shock for days after this event. I immediately noticed a major increase in the number of people coming to our door for help. Within days Norman and I were tired from the extra work. Our writing suffered, but more importantly, our children suffered and we suffered. The next evening Norman heard some shouting out in the street. We open the door to see some kids driving by the Shweb home and shouting obscenities. Then they turned the car around and shouted those obscenities again. We had an idea. I got our children together and dressed, as Norman went from neighbor to neighbor. We called the police and neighborhood watch. We, along with our neighbors, were on Shweb's lawn between the shouters and the Shwebs. Before the police came, the boys in the car stopped and got out. "Get out of our way, bitch," one of the youths from the car said to Rocky. Rocky backed up a few steps. "Do you always talk to little girls that way? Where are your manners?" I asked as I put my arm around Raquel. "What's it to you, bitch?" he shouted back at me. "You're not going to talk to my wife and daughter like that," Norman replied. He was seething but still in control of his anger. "You shouldn't be protecting THEM," the youth shouted as he gestured towards the Shweb home. "They don't belong here." "Didn't yesterday teach you anything?" asked Gary. "Yea, they don't belong here." "Then you're part of the problem that created that atrocity," replied Gary. "Huh?" "Yesterday was caused by people who had senseless hate against another group," Gary continued. "That time the victims were Americans. This time the victims are foreign- born immigrants to America. You are just adding to the pain, anger and hate. That makes you part of the problem." Soon after that the police came and arrested the youths. I suggested to the police and Mohamed that the charges could be dropped if the youths helped out in Mohamed's mosque for a set time. Mohamed thanked me and told me he would talk to the leaders of his congregation about my suggestion and hopefully they will talk to the judge. While I talked to Mohamed and Nadia, Norman went over to the head of the Neighborhood Watch and asked if his people could make extra trips passed the Shweb house to add to their protection. He thought it would be a good idea. On Thursday Lori emailed me that one of the women that she was responsible for as a social worker committed suicide. The suicide's brother was one of those missing at Wootsy. Other than Lori and other workers at the home, he was the only person who cared for her. He had gotten her help to stop her drug addiction, and she was progressing nicely until the atrocity. I immediately called Lori after speaking to Norman about it. When she got on the phone I realized she was still upset. "You're coming home," I eventually told Lori. "I can't I have to work," she replied. "We'll pay for the trip," I said. "I can't I'll loose my job," she answered. "Take a medical leave of absence. You're staying for the holidays and mom giving birth." "And if I say no?" Lori asked. "Not an option," I replied. "You're crazy," she said "You just figured that out?" I teased. She giggled. "You need to get away from that environment for a while, and if you get fired over this I have a better job for you," I continued. "What hair brained idea you have this time?" Lori asked. "Witching," I replied. "Be right back. I have to call Pilgrim State." "They're closed. Besides, I really AM what you call a witch." "Somehow I know this isn't right. I know I'll get into trouble that I can't get out of with this." "Please come. I miss you, sis." With that punch I knew I had her coming to visit. She may be my adopted cousin, but we were always closer to each other than even our siblings. She sighed, "I'll come next week." "You're coming tomorrow. Try to come into Islip. That is unless you want me to pop you here." "What do you mean pop me?" "Transport you." "You mean like the Star Trek transporter?" "Yea," "NO WAY!" Lori said emphatically. "OK," I responded. "What about my cats?" she asked. "They're young, right?" "Six months and two years." "Bring them along. Adel would love to play with them." "Who's Adel?" "That's our puppy." "They'll fight like cats and dogs." "Only for a week." "How long do you expect me to stay?" "You have to heal," I explained. "Then you get witch trained." "You're serious about being a witch." "Of course. By the way, while I was talking to you I arranged your transportation. At nine you take the train to Chicago. From there you fly to Washington. Then you'll get a shuttle to Islip. You should be here at two. Norman and I will meet you at the airport and you will stay with us. Take enough money to pay for the cabs and lunch. We'll reimburse you." "OK," was her not to enthusiastic reply. "You won't regret it." "I already am." On Friday morning after Norman and I brought our little girls to school, I was spending some time getting ready for the Shabbat evening meal, when Sarah bursts into the kitchen. "Why aren't you in school?" I asked angrily. "We just caught bin Laden," she replied. "Who is 'we,' and why aren't you in school?" "Anya, Danielle and me." she told me. "If you went to school you would know this time it is, 'Anya, Danielle, and I.' So, what is going to happen now?" "He is going on trial," Sarah explained. "The arraignment is at Witches Court in an hour. You are one of the judges." "Me? The last time I was at that court was when I was on trial. One of the judges?" "The others are the Ovid Judge, Samantha Stevens, the SRU wizard, and my boss at Bikini Beach." "Where is it?" I asked. "Hempstead?" "Wootsy. One hundred tenth floor. Windows on the World. Mayor Guilani is going to observe the proceedings." "BUT THERE'S NOTHING THERE!" I exclaimed. "We decided that he should be tried at Ground Zero." I closed my eyes and said, "I'm afraid of heights." "Mom, you'll be OK, promise," Sarah told me. "I'll fix it so you won't be afraid." "What about my cousin Lori?" I asked. "I have to pick her up at the airport this afternoon." "I'll pick her up if necessary." "You still only have a permit." "We'll work it out," she continued. "Alex has his license, now, or daddy will do it." "What am I going to do?" I replied. "I only have an hour to get to Wootsy." "Mom, get dressed," Sarah replied. "When you finish, I'll transport you to the mayor's office. Everybody will meet there. The Ovid Judge will transport you to Windows on the World." "First, I have to get Norman to help me," I replied as I went out of the kitchen to our bedroom. Sarah followed. "Honey," I said to Norman as he worked on the computer with a story. "I have to be a judge at Witch Court. Could you finish the laundry and the dishes for me?" "What is she doing out of school?" asked Norman sounding angry as he turned around and saw Sarah. "She just caught bin Laden and she promised to get back to school," I replied. "Didn't you, Sarah?" "Yes, mom," she replied "Who authorized you being out of school?" he asked. "That's classified, daddy." "Young lady, if you think you are getting away with this..." "Daddy, I have permission," Sarah replied. "I just can't tell you how. Trust me. I'm doing the right thing." "Honey, I'm going to wash and get dressed now," I injected "Please take care of those things for me, my love." "I was going to sneak out and get you flowers," replied Norman. "I know. This time I'll appreciate the thought." Norman had found out about an Israeli custom of the husband bringing flowers home to his wife on Shabbat. He thought it was such a good idea that he tied to follow that custom. I then said to Sarah, "After you transport me you HAVE TO get back to school." "Yes, mom." Another "yes mom." I took a shower, redid my hair and makeup, and put on a business suit. I didn't put on jewelry as I felt it was out of place. I had no judge's robe. I then walked out of my bedroom to the kitchen. It had only taken forty-five minutes. "Ready," I said closing my eyes and putting a scarf over my head. I like being transported this way as much as Leonard McCoy liked using the transporter. "When you get there you will have no fear of heights," Sarah assured me. I opened my eyes and found myself in the mayor's office. The other four judges were already there. I met the mayor, and then to my surprise, the Vice President. He had been "missing" since the events of September eleventh. Now I knew why. He explained he was the main coordinator of the effort to find Osama bin Laden. He had asked the girls to find him through magic. Of course it was top secret. "Are we ready?" asked Jup...Jup...Ju... Shit! Even I can't say it. I realized that we were going to be transported to Wootsy so I closed my eyes. "You'll be fine," Samantha assured me as she held my hand. "We're here," the SRU Wizard said. I opened my eyes and found us on solid floor in what looked like a judge's office. There were law books along three walls. There were five robes on hooks along the fourth wall. The Ovid Judge (humm, that I could say) picked up the first robe and put it on. He looked distinguished in his robe and dark curly hair that had a little "salt' mixed in with the "pepper." His strong, well-formed muscular body was well hidden by the robe or else he would look like a Greek god. The robes were then put on by Samantha, the SRU Wizard, the Bikini Beach owner, then me. I was nervous. I didn't know if I was up to the task of being a judge in the Witch's Court for what could be the trial of the century. I knew that there would not be a jury. The nature and infamy of the charges insured that a jury trial could not be fair. We then walked out of the room and across the hall. The Ovid Judge opened the door and we entered a courtroom in the same order that we put on out robes. I was nervous, but being the least important judge (at least to me) made me less apprehensive. Like my trial a few months before, Richard Moll was the chief bailiff. As we entered and found our seats, Moll said, "Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble. All rise. The Witch's and Wizard's Council Court of the District of Manhattan, New York County, New York is now in session. All persons who have business with this court shall be heard." In the visitor seats sat Mayor Giulaini and Vice President Chaney. I then noticed that the courtroom looked the same as the one I was the defendant in at my trial in Hempstead. Grandma whispered to me, "It is the same courtroom. We just move it to where it is needed." 'Reading my mind again,' I thought. "Of course," she replied. The other three judges looked at me. "What is the first case before us?" asked the Ovid Judge who was our Chief Judge. "The People of the United States of America, et al vs. Osama bin Laden, your honors," said the court clerk. "Bring the defendant in," our Chief Judge said. Bin Laden was brought into the courtroom in heavy chains. He struggled against the bailiffs bringing him to his justice. "All_h protect me from theses demons," bin Laden said. "We are not demons," replied Samantha. "Like you, we are human, although some would say that you do the Devil's work." Bin Laden was surprised he understood. "You speak Arabic?" asked bin Laden. "Actually, I speak Latin," replied our Chief Judge. "Everything here is being magically translated into the languages we naturally speak. I will allow your transgression of court procedure this time, Mr. bin Laden, but this time only. "Where are we?" asked bin Laden. "This court is being held at Windows on the World. That's the hundred and tenth floor of the World Trade Center," replied the Ovid Judge. "We call it Ground Zero." "But that's impossible," replied bin Laden. "You are here. You speak Arabic. I speak Latin. We understand each other. Why is that impossible?" "I don't know, sir," replied bin Laden "What are the charges against the defendant?" asked our Chief Judge. "The charges are murder in the first degree," said the court clerk. "Conspiracy to commit murder, murder of government employees, conspiracy to commit murder of government employees, hijacking, conspiracy to commit hijacking, willful destruction of property, air piracy, conspiracy to commit air piracy, stock fraud, conspiracy to commit stock fraud, insider trading, violation of civil rights, genocide, illegal declaration of war, murdering of diplomats, murdering of civilians, the illegal use of the jihad, and rebellion. Some of these are International laws, some are United States laws, some are Saudi laws, some are state laws, some are laws of the African countries that suffered the embassy bombings, some are laws of countries l