The 60s
The 60s
This decade went by so fast for Agatha Harkness.
She was seated amongst the crowd, enjoying herself in the performances prepared by others. It was easy to bail her, and Ralph for the matter, out of participating. A little spell here and there and they’re good. Cover not blown.
You were seated with her and Mrs. Hart at the same table, at Agatha's insistence. She has been keeping you close since the funeral. The woman chalks it up to her desire to protect you. Not anything else. Though her demon bunny might disagree.
“Sharon, where’s that busy husband of yours?” Agatha asks while waiting for Wanda and Vision’s performance. You looked at the blonde housewife next to you, scanning her face, and watching her take a beat before answering.
“Oh, Arthur’s got a busy week ahead of him in his work.” You share a look with Agnes, acknowledging the familiarity of the excuse.
“Jonathan had a lot of busy weeks too,” you touched the wedding band still in your finger, Agatha glanced at the ring before looking at your saddened features. She took your hand to stop you from playing with the pretentious accessory.
You were a bit surprised by her action but weren’t able to think much of it when your common friend, Wanda, graced the stage. She was wearing a costume common in a magician’s assistant.
Agatha found herself stealing glances your way, wanting to see how you feel. You laugh at the young witch and her husband’s antics, but the smile doesn’t quite reach the eyes. She can’t help but compare how easy it is to make you laugh when you two are still together. A little flirting or a mispronounced spell can make you curl up laughing. Now, all you can muster is a smile.
How is it that in this made-up world of Wanda, it still managed to hurt you?
Agatha found it very easy to slip from one decade to another since she’s lived through them all. Making you forget your cheating husband and the pain he caused though, proved to be a tough job. But she likes to do tough jobs.
Dottie Jones has announced that the charity event has ended and you were about to go home when you felt an arm snake around your waist. You turned to see who it was and were surprised that it was your new friend.
“Leaving me?” Agatha whispers in your ear.
You chuckled before answering. “Better me than you.”
The witch understood it was banter but something hurt inside her. It was like a dig to your history with her. She quickly masked the uneasy feeling and laughed it off.
“No, but really, I thought you’ll be celebrating with the Visions.”
“Dear Wanda says she’s tired so they went home already.” She tightened her grip on you like she’s afraid you’re going to disappear any minute. “Besides, I can't let you go home alone.”
“Careful, Agnes,” you jokingly whispered, “you do this too much and my husband might get jealous.”
“Well, he can roll over in his grave for all I care. A pretty little thing like you is perv magnet.”
You frowned as you digest what she just said. “How is that a compliment and a very disturbing thing to say?”
Agatha laughed and you can’t help but follow suit. Something about her is just bewitching. You bit your lip to stifle your laughter but did not miss how your friend, who is still too close to you, glanced at your lips, wetting hers in response.
“Shall we go home, sweetheart?” She removed her hand on your waist, your body reacting to the loss of warmth, and offered it instead.
“Just don’t be a perv, okay?” You took her arm and started walking home.
“I can’t promise.”
The last thing the Joneses and Mrs. Hart heard in the town square was you and Agnes laughing as you walked towards the sunset.