Phoenix Maplewood What if the witches wrote the book

She laughed, probably bouncing his head on her shoulders a few times. Ah, but awake we are, and we must face the day and that which we would not say in the dark, she teased. Starbuck rolled onto her side, then around again so that there was a gap between them and she could turn to face him. Tell me, she urged gently. I will think no less of you. He had been nothing but friendly and kind. She hated to think that he might say something to change that perception.