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“Or maybe we have become so engrained in the mortal world, we don’t have a life’s journey anymore.”
    “You mean like an evolution type of theory?” Vinnie asked pulling up to the curb on Fourth Street where the diner was located.
    “Yeah. Something like that. Something has got to give or I’m going to find my own journey. Create my own Witchy Hour.” I sucked in a deep breath and looked through The Brew’s front windows.
    It was already busy. Many of the regulars were already bellied up to the counter.
    “You leave well enough alone. Your Witchy Hour will be here soon enough.” Vinnie didn’t like me messing with the spirits. “You are messing with your future and that is not up to you.”
    Contrary to what mortals lived by, you can be anything you want to be , not me. I had to be what I was destined to be and I knew in my gut The Brew wasn’t my destiny.
    I grabbed the bundle of herbs and my clutch and opened the door to get out. Once I got out, I glanced around to make sure no one saw me talking to my car. I bent down into the driver’s side and said, “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
    I shut the door and watched Vinnie zoom down Fourth before I stepped up onto the sidewalk in front of the diner.
    The Brew, our family-owned retro style diner, was a great cover for my family’s little secret in Louisville, Kentucky. The residents here loved Kentucky basketball and fast horses, not a family full of witches. I’m not sure how or why my mom and Auntie Meme came to live in Kentucky, but it’s been home to me all my life.
    We fit in. Mom made sure of it. While growing up, during the day Lilith and I went to an all girls school and at night we went to witchery school. Witchery school was taught by Auntie Meme and Mom in our living room.
    We had the latest and greatest clothes. With a flick of my hand, I could make an old rag look like a runway dress. Lilith was the true stylist. In fact, Lilith went to real cosmetology school at a local mortal school after high school. Auntie Meme thought it was great. Mom, on the other hand, thought it was disastrous. Lilith was a sloppy witch and Mom knew it. If Lilith messed up a client’s hair or nails, she’d whip her hand in the air fixing it with magic. If the client knew it, Lilith would wipe their memory and a whole new set of problems would occur. Me, I stayed on the straight and narrow.
    Sure I did my fair share of what we called fun spells, like the whole dare thing Lilith  and I played with each other, but other than those, I was on the straight path. My own words tumbled around in my head. Was I destined to take over The Brew?

 
     
    Chapter Two
     
    “You’ve got the counter.” Lilith snapped her head toward the back of the diner when I walked in. Her short black bangs swung along with her shoulder-length bob.
    “Good morning to you too.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed the apron off the hook.
    “I see you are just in time.” Auntie Meme popped her head through the pass way of the kitchen and diner. Her flaming-red-colored hair stuck out in all different directions.  Her bright red lips curled into a smile. “Looking as pretty as ever.”
    “Thank you.” I couldn’t help but get in a good mood when I saw her. She was always fun and on my side. “Say,” I leaned in closer to the pass through while tying the back of the apron around my waist. “Do you think I could help with some cooking?”
    Her black eyes jumped, her mouth flung open. “Do you mean to tell me you think you are. . .”
    I didn’t have to hear the end of her sentence to know what she was going to say. She didn’t make it a secret that she wanted me to take over one day. Maybe that was my journey. Create spells like her.
    After all, it wasn’t a bad gig for her. She loved to cook. She loved happy people and people left The Brew happy no matter what type of mood they had when they walked through the door.
    I shrugged. “I don’t know, but it couldn’t hurt to help it