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cook a pot roast until the meat is so tender it’s falling off the bone. I read it today and it was so enlightening. I’ve never been much of a cook, but I’ve made it my mission to get better at that. Before I get married.”
    As dense as ever, Jessie took Amelia at face value and jumped in. “Amelia, you can come on over to my house any day of the week and I’ll give you some lessons about pot roast. If you’re a quick learner, I might even show you how to roll out my famous pie crust.”
    “Woman”, Harry growled, “I've eaten your pot roast at the last church potluck and it would be more satisfying to chew on my shoe.”
    Walter sat there stock still sensing the evil energy of Elias Stout. “We don’t want Miss Amelia to copy anything that you’re doing.”
    “Why, Harry,” Jessie said, fairly glowing. Standing there under the bulbs of the shelter’s fluorescent lights, she appeared almost angelic. “That might be the nicest compliment anyone’s ever given me.”
    Oh, no.
    Between Jessie’s ridiculous comments and Penelope’s smug expression it all became clear as mud. She’d cast the love spell on Jessie and Harry while I’d been distracted by Elias. That man had some kind of warped sixth sense about witches. Like his only goal in life was to expose them so he could watch them burn, unable to keep the gleeful expression off his hawk-like visage.
    “What?” Harry stammered, his eyes squinted in to tiny little beads of confusion.
    That could only mean one thing. Penelope’s spell had gone wrong. Again. Jessie’s feelings toward Harry had turned but the magic had missed Harry’s heart. If only Elias weren’t here to notice the strangeness with his ever-knowing, ever-seeing glare, I’d take delight in watching the fireworks. But for now, we had to get Elias out of the shelter before he started asking questions. Questions about Penelope’s ‘strange’ behavior.
    I walked over to Amelia and started my routine of winding around her bare legs in figure eight fashion, purring at the top of my lungs. Once I got her attention, I peered up at her and made my green eyes as wide as possible as I begged for her to lift me. Amelia was sharp and she was my best chance for damage control. We’d been through this before, since Penelope’s powers had been waning in the past few years. Almost like someone or something had been siphoning them right from her body.
    “Hi, Tali,” Ami cooed as she wrapped me in her arms.
    I stared at Pen and then I stared at Jessie and as soon as my eyes fell on the older woman. Prompted by Jessie’s strange comment, and her current flirtatious expression that normally would be a bulldog-like grimace in Harry’s presence, Ami got it. Another spell had gone wrong. Ami knew that Pen fancied herself a matchmaker and utilized any opportunity to give nature a boost in the direction she felt it should go.
    “Do you like pot roast, Elias?” Ami asked in an attempt at distraction because the man’s piercing gaze had fallen on Jessie and perplexity danced across his face before he controlled his expression.
    “Why, yes I do, Amelia,” he answered as he brought eye contact back to us.
    I continued to stare at Pen. She really didn’t get what she had done and just kept standing there grinning like the village idiot. For a smart girl, she sometimes exasperated me with her lack of common sense. Especially, when that lack cost me one of my lives or caused me to morph in to human form to save her.
    “I haven’t had it in quite a while, though,” Elias continued. “Not since my mother passed. She made the most delicious pot roast I’ve ever eaten.”
    Harry reached up and loosened his collar, like it choked him, even though it wasn’t that tight. His face had reddened and little beads of sweat broke out across his brow. Jessie inched ever closer to him, and he’d backed up a few steps so that his back was now flush with the metal links of Walter’s former cage. He pulled a red