“Oh. You know, now that I’m thinking about it, I might actually know a witch.” “Really?” “Yeah, I’ve heard Mrs. Balm from the museum is into all that pagan stuff.” Karen had catered several fundraising events for the museum. “Mrs. Balm? Isn’t she like eighty years old?” “She is. So if you run into any more strippers, you can just picture Mrs. Balm dancing naked around that bonfire.”
