She was still in her dressing gown which, contrary to her image, was decorated with paw prints. “Do you know what time it is?” she asked when she wrenched open the door. “Seven-fifteen.” White walked into her house as if he owned it. “I need to ask you a few questions.” “If you must.” Meinwen yawned and shut the door. “Do you mind if I make some tea first?” “Not at all.” White smiled. “White and two sugars please.” She left him looking around the living room but he followed her to the galley kitchen. “Did you rent this house furnished?” “Yes.” She put the tea things on a tray and pushed past him. “Why? Is that important?” “Not really. I just thought that it didn’t really look like a witch’s cottage, that’s all.” “And what does a witch’s cottage look like? I tried submitting a design based upon biscuits and sugar cane, but the council rejected it on the grounds of structural stability.” White laughed. “I don’t know. I expected to find everything black and lit with tallow candles.”
