If the Broom FitsChapter 13
Penelope pulls her last leg over the edge of the grave, breathing hard from the exertion of the climb. She climbs to her feet, brushing off the dirt from her dress. With a smile on her face, she starts walking back toward the castle. We’re leaving him uncovered? “Why not?” the witch says with a shrug. “Maybe he’ll get lucky again. It would be a shame to let a dick like that go to waste.” You would say something like that, wouldn’t you? “You see? It wasn’t so bad?” It could have been...