This wasn't the last or the stupidest question they asked, but no matter my exasperation, I dutifully answered each of them to the best of my ability. All for my grandparent's understanding. Acceptance. I told them about witches' social structure, about covens, including mine, mentioned Ghost, the secrecy rules, explained about my mother's family.
It was around there somewhere that they finally wounded down.
"She never talked much about her family. Just told that they were estranged… She didn't like to remember it, your mother," my grandma shook her head sorrowfully. "We've met her sister, your aunt, in passing, and understood why. I didn't like her from the first glance, and if the rest were the same, then your father plucked a pearl out of manure. But witches?.. If they had all that magic, couldn't they have healed your mother, then?"
