She pulled the heavy door open and revealed a stranger, a woman of about forty, somewhat portly, the first glimmers of grey hair showing in her short curly locks. At the woman's side was a pony-tailed girl of about ten wearing blue jeans and a pink pinafore top. Maggie recognized her immediately.
â€œHello, Maggie?â€ said the woman. â€œI donâ€™t know if you remember me. Iâ€™m Phyllis McGregor?, Phyllis Simmons that was, we went to high school?â€
â€œPhyllis?â€ said Maggie faintly. â€œOf course,â€ she lied.
â€œWell, we werenâ€™t exactly friends in high school, so Iâ€™m not surprised you donâ€™t remember,â€ said Phyllis. â€œThis is my daughter Abbey. We live down the street in the white and blue house. Say hello, Abbey.â€
â€œHello, Miss Jenkins.â€
â€œWeâ€™ve met before, havenâ€™t we, Abbey?â€ said Maggie.
â€œUmm, Iâ€™m awfully sorry about that, Miss Jenkinsâ€¦â€ Abbey studied the door frame.
â€œYes, you should be,â€ said her mother. â€œI brought Abbey to apologize for trespassing into your garden.â€
â€œItâ€™s not a problem, Phyllis. I can understand her curiosity; itâ€™s not your typical garden.â€
â€œAnd Iâ€™m sorry I broke your fence.â€
â€œOh, it wasnâ€™t very broken, just a little dented. Would you like to see the garden close up?â€
Phyllis said, â€œHow nice. What do you say, Abbey?â€
â€œThat would be very nice, thank you, Miss Jenkins.â€
Maggie led the way through the big old house. To Abbey it seemed as if there was a forest inside the house everywhere, the floors and walls all unpainted wood. In contrast, the kitchen was a recent addition, with a flagstone floor and a door leading into the back garden. Maggie opened the door and Abbey ran out to begin exploration.
â€œCup of coffee, Phyllis?â€
â€œThanks, I will.â€
Two tall kitchen chairs abutted a butcher block table. Maggie pulled one out for Phyllis. She poured water into the carafe and coffee began to drip through. â€œWas there something else you wanted to talk about, Phyllis? Seems like an awful lot of trouble for a little dent in my fence.â€
Phyllis settled into the chair. â€œI need your help,â€ she said. â€œAbbey is convinced youâ€™re a witch.â€
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