The woman nodded vehemently. A sinister thought broke into her racing mind, "You were always second to perfect Lily, you were never good enough to know about magic, let alone use it." She squashed it without remorse, cringing a bit from the frankness and jealousy, along with mounds of grief. It had finally registered that she was dead. Cold. Unmoving. Unfeeling. Free? The afterlife was iffy for her, she pretended to be Christian because it was against witchcraft or whatever freakish stuff "they’ do nowadays. Another plus was the fact that it looks good in front of the neighbors; the perfect, Christian family. To be perfectly honest though, it didn’t seem logical that just because a book said the world was made in 7 days it was true. She would never say anything out loud, though. Obviously.