Page 22 of Practically Magic
Great! I need your help storing some Hadley heirlooms I’d rather people not see.
Laney:
Yeah, that picture of your great-aunt Aida always freaks me out. It’s like her eyes are following me.
Me:
They are.
Laney:
Wait. Seriously?
Me:
I mean we’ve always thought so, but my aunts have never confirmed it. Apparently, she was always on my aunts and mom about honing their magic and not wasting time on frivolous things like boys.
Laney:
Gee, now I can see why she never married.
Me:
I’m also thinking we want to hide my mom’s ceremonial daggers and lock up the greenhouse.
Laney:
Yeah, the last thing you need is for Victor to bite someone’s hand.
Me:
He’s a Venus flytrap. He eats flies.
Laney:
I’m telling you, he bit me when I sang Mariah Carey to him. He’s clearly not a fan.
Me:
Who doesn’t like Mariah???
Also . . .
Colton hasn’t RSVP’d yet. Should I text him separately? Or is that too much?
Laney:
Send one more group text. Say you need a head count for . . . punch.
Me:
Punch? Is this Great-Aunt Aida from the grave?
Laney:
LOL. Burgers?
Me:
