FAMILY TRADITIONS
“Do we
have to go?”
“I’ve
made the picnic already.”
“Bacon
butties?” Matilda was ready in minutes, but as they unloaded the pickup in the
copse she asked, “Why do we do this, Mum?”
“Family
traditions are important,” Tabitha said, “Every spring we
restock the log store and each Hallowe’en we have a barbecue to end the year.”
“But
other people use our wood – that’s not fair.”
“It keeps
the place alive – now eat your sandwich while it’s hot.”
Matilda’s
seven-times-great-grandmother smiled.
They’d
burned her home with her inside, but a witch’s blood is stronger than fire.
