“Oh, well. I’ll concentrate on my life and ministry, and leave...” he hesitated, “the young lady who claims to be a witch, to make her own way...”“That sounds sensible, David. Now. Would you like a cuppa?”Kat:“Carole, Sunday we’re taking Aibhilin out to Padley Gorge. We’ll be having lunch at the station cafe.”“Oh! That sounds lovely!” She hesitated, but went on, “Would you mind if I didn’t come? I’ve been thinking. You know, my parents...” she blinked and swallowed hard, “they were sort of. We got to her house and she walked in without inviting us in. I got into Mallory’s car and she drove us back to her house.When we got back to the house, we began to pick up after the party. Mallory put some slow romantic music on while we worked. After a few minutes we just came together and started dancing. It wasn’t the first time I had danced with Mallory. We had an in-service at a resort when school started and she and I had danced a slow dance there. Of course, our co-workers teased us. So all week we’d be there alone with Anne. Anne was about 40 at that time. Dark hair, nice looking and a robust woman. One night about a year before, at home, I stayed up late because I knew Anne bathed after we were in bed. Mom was at work and Rob was asleep. I remember standing at my bedroom door and watching Anne as she walked naked into the bathroom for a bath past my door. She had large heavy breasts with great reddish nipples and I was thrilling to see real mature tits like that. Anne. To this day, I have told no one, not even my husband, this secret.Then there was Jake, my eldest child and the spitting image of his long dead uncle. My mother commented on the physical similarities when Jake was still a toddler, saying George looked exactly like him at the same age. I unsuccessfully tried to ignore her words but they clenched my heart in a cold fist and would not let go.The changes started as Jake entered puberty consequently he started to act different, not so alike the boy.