“What are you doing?” asked Endora.
Sabrina looked up from her laptop. Her mother had just arrived home and was hanging her conical hat on the stand.
“Shopping. I saw this recipe on the Interweb and wanted to try it.”
“What are you shopping for?” Endora placed her broom in the corner next to her cat, Salem. “Bat shavings? Toad clippings? I know we’re short of bloodweed.”
Sabrina shook her head. “Not ingredients. I need a microwave oven.”
Endora looked towards the fireplace. “Silly child, “she scolded. “Why do we need a microwave when we have a perfectly good cauldron?”
Sabrina looked up from her laptop. Her mother had just arrived home and was hanging her conical hat on the stand.
“Shopping. I saw this recipe on the Interweb and wanted to try it.”
“What are you shopping for?” Endora placed her broom in the corner next to her cat, Salem. “Bat shavings? Toad clippings? I know we’re short of bloodweed.”
Sabrina shook her head. “Not ingredients. I need a microwave oven.”
Endora looked towards the fireplace. “Silly child, “she scolded. “Why do we need a microwave when we have a perfectly good cauldron?”
