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it was not easy at first. witch baby was a wild witch baby. the name lily never stuck. as soon as she could walk, she would run all over the house like a mad cat, playing torpedo games. as soon as she could talk, she would go around chanting, "beasts, beasts, beasts," over and over again.
"who taught her that?" weetzie asked duck suspiciously.
"i swear, she just knew it," duck said. "pretty creepy, huh?"
once, witch baby pulled cherokee's hair and ran away laughing shrilly. the next night, cherokee cut off witch baby's shaggy black hair with a pair of toenail scissors while the witch baby slept. witch baby ate and ate but she stayed as skinny as bones and she became more and more beautiful.
"what are we going to do with her?" my secret angent lover man said.
"she just needs time and love," weetzie said. "it must be hard for her, knowing she's a witch baby. besides, i was a terror when i was little, too."
and so, witch baby stayed on in the house, and took turns terrorizing cherokee and being terrorized by cherokee, and eating up all of duck's fig newtons, and using dirk's aqua net, and insisting on being in my secret agent lover man's movies, and dressing up in weetzie's clothes, and pulling heads off barbie dolls and sticking them on the tv antenna and ruining the reception.
but that's how witch babies are.