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I stuffed an egg bite into my mouth, hoping it would stave off any changes in the weather.“Mmm?”I mumbled, prompting her to get on with it.I wanted to get the waterworks over and done with before the Shifters rallied Zelda to hold another town meeting about my disruptive magic.
“Your parents’ divorce was finalized last week,” Glinda finally admitted.“I’m sorry.”
“Why?”I said around my mouthful of food.“It’s not like we were a happy family.I haven’t seen my father since Gran’s funeral, and my mother...Well, you remember how that went down.Zelda banished her.”
One more reason I could see myself never leaving this town.Although, the rain had picked up a smidge.I was sure that had more to do with the thought of my parents in general.As awful as Emmy’s acne hexes had been, the real trauma had been their doing.
“Rightly so.”Glinda nodded.“I only mention it because, since then, your father has had a change of heart.He’s considering inviting you back into the fold, Margo.”
“What?Why?”I swallowed hard and stared at her.“I have Gran’s broom and a trust fund.I don’t need anything else from them.”
“Maybe not.”Glinda pressed her lips together and her brows knit into a painful expression.“But I wouldn’t mind being back in the family’s wicked graces.I miss Gran’s house and the local villages.With Emmy’s help, maybe she could convince them to change their minds about me, too.But I don’t see that happening if I can’t even convince you to invite her to the baby shower.”
“Dorothy drop a house on me,” I swore.
“Please?”Glinda folded her hands together under her chin.“I know our family is more wicked than you’d prefer, but Gran never gave up on any of us.She must have had her reasons.Right?”
Or maybe our gran was an even bigger pushover than me, I wondered bitterly.I couldn’t be too upset about that though.If she’d disowned my parents for their wickedness, they would have taken me with them, and I wouldn’t have had Gran’s warmth and safety during the worst of my childhood.
“Please?”Glinda asked again, her lashes batting innocently.
My nostrils flared, and wittle witch gave a jab to my ribs, signaling me to cram another egg bite into my mouth.It gave me a minute to mentally go through Roger’s meditation exercise, since the rain had kicked it up another notch.
At least I wasn’t ruining any Halloween parties.Though it looked like scattered showers were in the forecast for the upcoming baby shower.
Possibly a flood.
Wizard, help me.
Chapter 4
IHAD NOT PLANNED ONspending my afternoon in an emergency therapy session, but Zelda received one too many angry phone calls from drenched Shifters after brunch.So, I’d promised I would drop by and see Roger.I’d also promised her a double batch of low-fat pawpaw doodles.Glinda had helped me perfect the recipe after we’d duked it out and made amends a few summers back.
Thinking of my cousin lit up Roger’s office window with a silent streak of lightning.
“Carrot for your thoughts?”Roger asked, folding his hands over his desk.His mood seemed sullen today too, but it could have been the weather.Myweather.It was spoiling vibes left and right.
