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Conjur Wife Redux
by Marge Simon

I was a lowly accountant and she was a shy young thing. A head of unruly red curls, and a keen attention to anything I said. She stole my heart! How joyful I was when she agreed to marry me. Her pot roasts and desserts were heavenly, and she never complained about anything. In the space of two years, I rose to be manager of the firm.

All that I just took for granted until one stormy night when gargoyles were flying about willy-nilly as they have been wont to do since we moved here, I caught her in the kitchen invoking a spell.

“Is that creature in the air with a scorpion tail a kindred spirit?”  I asked.

“Of course he is, Malcolm,” she replied with a twinkle in her emerald eyes.  “Is that a problem?”

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