Bedelia "Dee" Blunk frets as she pulls the neglected wedding invitation that has marked her latest spellbook entry for some weeks. Parties make her anxious. She prefers the familiarity of a meticulously cataloged spice rack and an arcane library marked with tumeric-stained fingertips and scented with bay leaves. But it would probably be good for her dear Ernie. An evening of normalcy might help him rethink this fool adventuring career of his. As long as her maddening brother doesn't stoke the blaze. "Or worse," she says to the gray cat watching her intently, "create some kind of spectacle."
Bedelia "Dee"
Mother