The Sorcerer’s Assistant
Five stories of restored turn-of-the-century brownstone dampened the sound of torrential rain falling from the sky. On the street outside, the storm compounded the cacophony of New York City, tires splashing through puddles on the black top and people splashing through puddles on the sidewalk—even in a downpour, the city didn’t stop. Lola stamped water from her rain boots.
The large house belonged to a Mrs. Gertrude Gale, who had come to the office of M. Fletcher, PMP—Practical Magic Professional—for help. “How long do you think we’ll have to stay here, Fletch?” Lola asked her husband.
Slim build, broad shoulders, trim waist, and long legs, standing six foot four, Milo Fletcher towered over Lola and most other mortals. His black curls hung down over his ears, fr
