Roused from her musings the older woman looked up, "Oh good dear, you came after all. We’ve missed you. Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess just now, I think George must have set off one of his firecrackers." The young woman swallowed a sob; she was quite sure that she had seen him, only with half his head missing. "Why don’t you call in the children from the orchard so we can tuck in." With that, the older witch breathed her last and slumped over.  