Going Home

Auntie Clare looked at Primcella. 'Am I supposed to be somewhere else?' Primcella nodded. 'You are the Most High of the Land WhereAnything is Possible. Everyone is waiting for you. Does thatsound strange?' Primcella watched as Auntie Clare sat upstraight and looked ever so much like a Most High. 'It wouldhave yesterday, but not today. Let's go home, before Miss Perfectlearns we've found her magic.' They walked out the back door with the magic tucked safely in a satchel. Primcella carriedChester and Mrs. Geranium to a door that appeared inthe middle of the lot across the street. Primcella knocked andwaited for the door to open. 'Welcome home, Clare,' Invenet greeted.