“Don’t worry, Nina. Your daughter won’t mind. A drop of Champagne will be good for the soul. Plus, who can deny the sick a little orange juice?” a rather well-to-do witch in a matching pajama set and silk robe is in the kitchen making mimosas.

“Are you peer pressuring my mom, Abigail?” A matching look of mock surprise lands on both of their faces and I’m awash in giggles before I can reprimand anyone for cracking into the spirits before noon.

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