People made so much noise when they were in pain.Cocheta was Navajo and liked the quiet and solitude of the mountains. His Master was a white man, or ...ore accurately, a French/Mexican mixed blood. He liked the hustle and bustle of the cities. His Master liked to hear the screams. Cocheta thought they were bothersome unless they served a purpose like gaining cooperation from someone he couldn't influence.He opened to passenger door and looked at the man's wife. Cocheta had locked her muscles so. Most other call centers had gone overseas, but weremained nestled in our small Midwestern town.I now wondered if the coven had something to do with that.Unlike Salem, our little town had always had a more respectful view ofwitches, with the coven being part of the town's history from the verybeginning.But as far as I had thought about it at all, I thought it was just somenature religion thing, right up to the moment they transformed me.I shook my head to clear it of such thoughts sending my now. "I then remembered Linda, she was still sitting in the Land Rover and I told Larry and Graham about her. Graham said, "I'll get Joan, my wife, to take care of her."He waved to Joan who came over. I explained again and went with her to Land Rover. "This is Joan," I said to Linda, "she'll look after you." Linda said nothing but she got out and walked with Joan who took her into the carriage.Shaun arrived with Jill, they came over to me and Shaun said, "Can I take the Land Rover and start moving. It felt sterile and cold. Becky made small talk with Darryl throughout the trip which was the highlight but once they’d spent the money their parents were eager to get going. They had dinner planned that evening but there were still a few hours to go before that. Becky invited Darryl to come hang out at her house and he couldn’t think of an excuse why not to.Darryl had always felt a little awkward around Becky’s boyfriends. Something about knowing the guy was railing his sister he just found.