"Are you one of the blue witches or what?"
Matilda was shocked at Don Ricks's question but knew it was a question worth asking at least by any man who gets incessant nagging from his wife almost every night. "I am not a blue or Purple Witch, but I am afraid what I heard about them is making me feel—"
"Making you feel that you are one of them, right?"
"Not exactly, but I kept on dreaming about them, seeing things about them and I am scared—"
Don Ricks was getting pissed off already and now his heart is pounded against his chest at a speed he never wanted. "You know what Matilda?" He interrupted angrily, "I suggest you stop seeing that neighbor you spoke about. Why do you have to meddle in other people's affairs? That path both of you are walking is risky—"
"She showed me a book about the purple and blue Witches—"
"Listen up, Matilda, I am not interested, and don't you make me look as if I am—can, I go back to sleep now?"
