The Wistful Witch

THE WISTFUL WITCH
Melanie was thinking about Fred when the knock sounded on the door.

Specifically, she was thinking about the quarrel they’d had the night before. It wasn’t their first quarrel and it wasn’t even their worst quarrel, but she couldn’t get it out of her mind.

It was all over the new hat she’d bought yesterday afternoon. Lately Fred had become quite critical about her taste in hats, and it had been her intention to hide this one. But she arrived home late and, in her haste to get supper ready, she forgot all about it.