Two more weeks swept along breezily and just like the previous wasted week, this one was no different.
Only thrice had she seen the witch during these weeks and it was always by the fireplace, with a book placed over her lap.
Not once did she bother the witch, if anything, Penelope would only sit quietly at the other further end, observing the witch until she tired out and slept off, and once she awoke in the morning, Hilda would be nowhere seen.
Patience was something Penelope had to learn to create and grip if she wished to tolerate this witch.
Same procedures continued for two more days but surprisedly, today, while Penelope slept, her door was suddenly pushed wide open with great force that it collided with the wall beside it.
Shooting up alertly at the unexpected sound, Penelope
