I’m not like the others. I don’t dress like them, I don’t sound like them and I don’t think like them, but I’m starting to catch on. Raised by hippie parents in the suburbs, I moved here to get back to nature and make pots. Most of the time I’m broke and show up at Juanita’s for a good meal. I repay her with garden work and hand-crafted coffee mugs.
About the time Charlene joined the group, I had gotten dumped by my smartass lawyer boyfriend, who now demanded money for legal work he’d said was free. The idea of revenge was sweet.
I had grown up knowing my sky sign and checking my horoscope, but the idea of magic was scary. These women have taught me that when you have no cash, no connections and no clout, you draw on whatever power you can to survive.
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