Clementine rolled her eyes, a typical reflex for such comments from her brother.

"I am not," the witch conceded, "but Jemima Farley is."

Having been in school with Miss Farley, Clem remembered the diary debacle. She had been a lesser-evolved woman then, one far more given to gossip. The notes about Clem herself had rather soured her on her sister-to-be at the time, but under the circumstances, she held a great deal of sympathy now.

"She is the sort to want the happily ever after of fairy tales, not a husband who is any less than besotted with her."