I Raf You Big Sister Is | A Witch

"You hoard what belongs to the parish," he said.

After she refused, things escalated. The town newspaper ran a column about "unregulated practitioners" and "occult interference." A councilman proposed a hearing. Neighbors whispered as if whispering could conjure reason against an inexplicable kindness. My sister found flour on her doorstep in the shape of maps; her jars were rattled in the night. Someone tried to burn her garden.

"Where will you go?" I asked.