It was never easy being a teenage girl in 1950s suburbia,, even without your mother being a witch. Well, maybe a witch. Maybe she's just very weird. Maybe she's just trying to protect her daughter from the dangers of the world.
Possibly the three aren't mutually exclusive.
Regardless, her mother doesn't quite fit in, despite pearls and floral aprons. There are the quiet but not completely secret conversations with neighborhood women in distress, suspicious plants in the garden, and the stern warning to avoid a boyfriend lest she die in the car crash that's going to kill him.
Her daughter copes as best she can, but her mother's claims get stranger as the daughter approaches adulthood. She herself is, for instance, definitely not a witch herself. Obviously. Can't be. Magic isn't even real, and her mother is just a little crazy and puts on a good show.
And then she's an adult, and married, and some strange, strange things start to happen, as she starts coping with the problems and challenges that confront her.
I wasn't sure about this story, at first, but I kept reading, and it's not just strange, but strange and interesting.
Recommended.
I bought this short story.
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