Learning About My Hidden Aunt Nova

I was recovering in te midst of a long winter from what coud only have been someting that was caused by my neighbor, a witch lady from the dark and icy regions of southern argentina. How I missed her alligator soup and Charleston NewtEye Sandwiches. You can never tell when you are about to be bewitched, when I saw her with her streaming gray hair and tie die shirt, I knew I was booking the next flight to Bermuda.