"Pah!" responded the old witch."Not to mention that you appear to have eaten my sister, and for thatreason alone you should feel in some way obligated...not to harm me!" Isaid, accusingly."Nothing of the sort!" replied the hag."The eating part, or the obligation part?" I asked."Your sister is alive and well. She's as safe as safe can be," sheassured me.Honestly, I was not surprised. I had already concluded that it was thestains from mulberries, not blood on Sheila's hat, and I was reasonablysure. She knew it was kind of girly but who cares. No one was there to judge. The girl behind the bar gave her a long smile, seemingly knowing. Sophie smiled back, slightly shying away from the exchange. The girl seemed so self assured and confident. She wore loose low slung jeans and a cut cropped t-shirt, and her long brown hair seemed to flow effortlessly in a way Sophie had never managed. As she turned away, Sophie watched her, admiring the curve of her back and her small toned waist. She forced. The first evening after class I didn't know what to expect. Walking up the hill to her house, I thought that I may lose my job and more importantly, my mentor. I didn't analyze why that made me so sad. She soon put me at ease."Uh, hi, Julia, I mean, Miss Johnson, I, ah,..."She looked very seriously at me for a few seconds, and then smiled and said, "I've already spoken with my principal. He is fine with you working for me. If you are uncomfortable, I can have you transferred to another class. Colleen followed me to the house on the hill. She glided her SUV to a stop beside mine in the oversized garage and followed me inside, taking a short diversion into one of the guestrooms to use the facilities and freshen up.By the time she came out I had a fire going, the bed turned down and soft music filling the empty house. Colleen came to me with nothing but her smile. She swayed slightly as she approached, to remind me of our mission. It occurred to me that Colleen might be insecure about.