It was all over the news. For a small town anything tragic made headlines. “Amy Sommers is presumed to be dead. It was a month ago since she went missing…”
And “blah, blah, blah” thought Vi as she smiled to herself and turned off the TV. Of course, she knew what had happened to Amy a month ago. She had been there when the poor lass had swelled up into a giant blueberry and exploded all over Madam Brown’s store of magic paraphernalia and occult doodads.