The First Witch of Boston

by Andrea Catalano

Alice, like Thomas, had no choice but to sit back and admire the great spark of life that was her chosen mate. He knew this sentiment well. When one has such a spouse, one can only study them in awe, then look round at everyone else to see if they were just as awed. And usually they were. And that was a wondrous feeling, a pride that warms and lifts.