“Yes, you are.” The older one, Kimberly, said it as if she knew better than me.

“Yeah,” Kaitlyn said. “You’re like a magic witch.”

“I’m not a witch, because I don’t have a black pointed hat.”

Now, that threw the sisters for a second. Witches did have black pointed hats, everyone knew that.

“Maybe you’re hiding your witch’s hat,” Kimberly said, eyeing me carefully. “Your mom and your aunties always wear flowered hats. Do they have witches’ hats underneath their hats?”

“No, they aren’t witches. Girls, think about it. I don’t ride on a broomstick. So I can’t be a witch.”

The older one tapped her temple with her pointer finger as she thought. “Wait! I got it. You’re a modern witch. You new witches don’t do that old stuff anymore.”

“You ride in your magic truck that flies at night. That one!” Kaitlyn pointed accusingly at my blue truck.

“My truck is too heavy to get in the sky. Plus, it’s too old. It’s tired.”

Their brows furrowed. This was getting confusing.

“Anyhow!” Kimberly said. “We want you to tell us if we’re going to get a doggie or not, so are we?”

I was friends with their mother, Pammy. I had known Pammy since I was twelve and she moved to the island when her mother, an actress, had an affair with a married actor in Hollywood. The married actor’s wife, the daughter of a studio head, had her blacklisted, hence the move to the island to disappear and put the scandal behind her. She now owns the yarn shop.

I have never met a more allergic person than Pammy. She is allergic to cats, dogs, dust, pollen, grasses, milk, and nuts. She is glucose intolerant.

“No, you’re not going to get a dog.”

“What?!” They were mad. Kimberly crossed her arms and frowned. Kaitlyn put her hands on her hips, leaned forward, and glared at me, her blonde curls almost covering her eyes.

“You’re not going to get a dog,” I said. “But don’t tell anyone I looked into your future and saw no dog. It’s a secret.”

“Never? No dog?” As if on cue, they both scrunched their noses at me.

“Not when you’re children. I see you having dogs when you’re adults. Four each.” I didn’t see a darn thing, but it seemed to appease them.

“I’m mad!” Kimberly said with a huff.

“I’m super mad!” Kaitlyn said with a puff.

“I’m screaming mad!” Kimberly said, then laughed.

Kaitlyn giggled. “That’s funny! Screaming mad!” Kaitlyn screamed. I covered my ears. Then I had to use my tongue to right the scoop of peppermint ice cream because it almost fell off. I could feel ice cream on my face and in my left eyelashes. I wiped both with my sleeves, my dogs prancing about.

Their mother arrived, looking flustered.