Auntie Clare looked at Primcella.
“Am I supposed to be somewhere else?”
Primcella nodded. “You are the Most High of the Land Where
Anything is Possible. Everyone is waiting for you. Does that
sound strange?” Primcella watched as Auntie Clare sat up
straight and looked ever so much like a Most High. “It would
have yesterday, but not today. Let’s go home, before Miss Perfect
learns we’ve found her magic.” They walked out the back door
with the magic tucked safely in a satchel. Primcella carried
Chester and Mrs. Geranium to a door that appeared in
the middle of the lot across the street. Primcella knocked and
waited for the door to open.
“Welcome home, Clare,” Invenet greeted.
