That night was terrible. He kept replaying the argument in his mind. He didn’t know why he had asked such an outrageous question and he didn’t know why she didn’t just answer it. He was sure that she was hiding something, but the truth was that he had been sure of that for a long time. Now, her evasions had led him to question whether she was in fact a witch. He felt crazy for even wondering.
After wrestling with the question half of the night, he realized that it was the wrong question. The real question was whether it mattered to him. That at least was a question he could answer. It only mattered in the sense that he wanted the truth. In terms of how he felt about her, it didn’t matter at all whether she was a witch or a crazy cat lady. She was Felina, and that was the only thing that c
