Willow's lips twisted ominously together.
She answered, "Well, come in then," and she moved aside to open the door for me. I wondered what I had gotten myself into as I entered her room. This might not have been such a brilliant idea after all.
Her bedroom was plain. Simple furnishings with a preference for light blue. Her covers were a pale blue. She owned a fluffy, pale blue creature. Her rug had a pale blue color. After me, she closed the door. The blue color engulfed me and made me feel uneasy. Like me, she had a window that looked out onto the yard.
"I was informed of your incident with the witches. Good or bad? I gave her a sharp look as she questioned
Then I deadpanned, "Alive.
Willow moved over to sit on her bed and continued, "Everyone here thinks you're a witch. Her black tunic was covered with a shawl that fell from her shoulders down to her calves.
The question, "What do you think?" was my inquiry.
