Witches Get Stitches (Stay a Spell, #3)

by Juliette Cross

“No. I mean, why are you putting pink nail polish on a rooster? “He likes being fancy.”

Boots were protective gear for the filth on the streets of the Quarter, which was highly trafficked by drunkards.

One time my friend walked down Bourbon street shoeless 🤢🤢

“Reach up and hold onto the headboard.”

Oh shit

Understanding the source of pain and grief doesn’t alleviate it.