Release the Cats of Ware — Crescent City Coven II

“You got to go see Black Betty.”

“Black Betty?” Kat arched a sculpted eyebrow.

“Is she black?” Linda took a sip of her beer.

“Does that matter?”

It was Phyllis’ turn to quirk up an eyebrow. She added a head tilt, slightly to the back like she was getting ready to unleash hell if it did matter.