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WANDA EMERGED FROM the shadows of the front porch. To Myrtle’s alarm, she appeared to be toting a large, brown grocery bag. She paused for a moment and said with a serious look at Puddin, “Never mind about not sleepin’. It’ll end soon enough.”
She proceeded into the house as Puddin gave Myrtle a meaningful look and mouthed witches! At her. At that moment, Pasha chose to wind herself lovingly around Wanda’s thin legs. Which likely only solidified Puddin’s opinion of Wanda.
Myrtle waved goodbye emphatically and pointedly to Puddin and turned to the scrawny psychic. “Wanda dear. And Pasha, too! You’ve made an impression on my feral friend.” Myrtle petted Pasha, crooning. Then she straightened to give Wanda’s bag a wary look.
“Wanted to bring more,” said Wanda. She set the bag
