The Witch of Morningtree
The Witch of Morningtree, his mother tells him, is by no means a bad woman, but she must always be given respect. David listens to his mother. Most of the time.
Every Monday he takes a plate of muffins, covered in saran wrap, up to the witch’s apartment, knocks twice, exchanges pleasantries and gossip, and then leaves. But one morning, the witch’s eyes are puffy and red, and, because David is a good boy, he asks: “Were you crying?”
“It’s my wretched daughter,” says the Witch of Morningtree. “She’s run off.”
Knowing he’ll regret it, David says, “Can I help?”