Poetess : I am working at miserable place.
Inner voice (dreamingly) : it's a miracle..
The real witch : must be fascinating experience..
Poetess : people were staring at me today all day,
And they were not men!
Grandma : shall I excuse myself (hangs up the phone).
Inner voice : what?! (staring)
Poetess (looking up): what is that noise and sparkles? The broom?
