Before he called on Afton this evening, Mac decided to stop by his apartment to change into his sweat shirt and pants. He hoped for a leisurely night with her even with all the witch talk this morning at his office. Witches, indeed! He could hardly believe that Afton and her whole family practiced the conjuring arts. The family that casts together lasts together? Interestingly enough, at the second floor landing, he happened to encounter Afton's Aunt Winnie. She had been going down while he had been going up the stairs. Both paused in mid-step.
"Oh, hello, Mac," the older woman greeted tentatively. "Are you all right?"
"Why yes. I'm just fine, Winnie."
Squinting her little eyes, she gave him a serious perusal. "So, you're not mad? I thought you might be. You don't look it, n
