He looked away. ‘I wish it wasn’t you doing this, Tiff. You’re not sixteen yet and I see you running around nursing people and bandaging people and who knows what chores. You shouldn’t have to be doing all of that.’ ‘Yes, I know,’ said Tiffany. ‘Why?’ he asked again. ‘Because other people don’t, or won’t, or can’t, that’s why.’ ‘But it’s not your business, is it?’ ‘I make it my business. I’m a witch. It’s what we do. When it’s nobody else’s business, it’s my business,’ Tiffany said quickly.
