Warts And All

We are a bunch of witches. The women in my family, I mean: my grandmother, mother, aunt and me. There’s the bizarre connectedness, the shared sensitivity to the moon, not to mention the latent psychic talents:

My brother called today to say his girlfriend’s pregnant –three weeks gone, to be precise. Three weeks ago, we were all here celebrating a birthday. My grandmother, mum and I shared a moment in the kitchen after lunch. Granny doesn’t exactly beat about the bush. As soon as she was out of earshot she blurted out, Is she pregnant, you think? Interesting, my mum and I replied simultaneously, I’ve been wondering the same thing…

So there. If all goes well, there will be a little appendage to the family by spring. Fingers crossed, because I know they both really want it.