Yes, ... It's called 'Son of a Witch.'

Sometimes thought Liir-his first thought in weeks and weeks-sometimes I hate this marvelous land of ours. It's so much like home, and then it holds out on you.

He set out once more, with a sense that his life would be rich in setting outs, and perhaps poorer in homecomings.

And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no "after", in the "ever after" of a Witch there is no "happily"; in the story of a Witch, there is no afterword. Of that part that is beyond the life story, beyond the story of the life, there is-alas, or perhaps thank mercy-no telling. She was dead, dead, and gone, and all that was left of her was the carapace of her reputation for malice.

I was afraid. But my son called me before I got there to tell me he was okay.

My mom wanted to be an actress, so she figured her son could be one for her. She said she'd give me $100 to take drama instead of home ec-I wanted to be a cook like my pops.