Mina nodded and left the apartment. She went to the outskirts of Montenegro, down an unused dirt lane that took her to a place everybody avoided. There she came upon the rubble of a brick house where only its foundation and a few walls remained. The ponce belonged to a woman named Matilda Muscovy. Five hundred years ago she had been accused of being a witch.
People in Montenegro were superstitious and never dared to go where nefarious people had formerly lived. They believed she still haunted the place and if anyone got too close she might put a hex on them. Mina wasn’t afraid of the dead. She felt safer among them. The last thing, Mina wanted to think about was her mother’s threats. She was used to them, but each day they were getting ominous.
“Why is she that way?” Mina wanted to know.
“She’s sometimes doesn’t know what she is saying,” Alena said.
“She’s demented,” Natalia spoke out thoughtlessly.
“Will I become like her?” Mina asked in a worried voice.
“No, you won’t,” Alena said.
“Your nothing like her,” Natalia said.