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Star’s Little Darlings
Star toddled around the parking lot in her minivan, finally landing equidistant between Gabe’s car and Alex’s.
Gabe appeared at my elbow as if out of thin air, probably because I’d been staring at Star. I knew she had kids. She had a crazy schedule that in part revolved around her four little darlings. Also, building their college funds was her stated reason for continuing to ply her witchy wares post-retirement. She may have retired as a Society witch, but she’d embraced freelancing with a passionate fervor.
If the freelancing and the kids weren’t enough to turn her blonde locks gray, Star also ran her husband’s family business: a funeral home. She was practical, efficient, no-nonsense, and powerful—all five feet and not much more of her.
But much as I’d hear
