I’m not the only one who found magic strangely addictive.
You remember our lemon tree? You remember that there were two nice children? And that there was one man who was not so nice and yelled at the tree for giving him coins he could not sell?
One day, not long after the demon was safely buried, Nick found the man lopping branches off our tree with a pruning implement. All the while he was swearing at it for mistreating him. Nick shooed him away. Gods, I was glad it wasn’t Zoë who came home by the back lane that day!
We called the police and said he was a loony and we were scared of him. We showed the branches in the laneway and the devastation done to the tree. Not that it didn’t need pruning, mind you, but not really at that moment and certainly not in that lopsided and vicious way.
