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“Hi, I’ despite his hostile expression “I was just wondering if I could leave my CV with you since you’ve advertised for staff,” and I hand him the crisp white sheet of paper

He looks atfor a shop assistant My name is Marcel Girard, I’ll take a look at this and call you if you’re suitable for an interview”

“Thanks,” I say, and turn to leave I’m almost out the door when he calls me back

“Miss, may I ask a question?” His voice is tentative and unsure

“Ask away,” I reply, walking back to him

“Are you a Wiccan?” he asks

An involuntary laugh escapesI’m afraid”

“So you don’t even dabble in ic?”

“No, not at all”

“Do any of your friends practice? Perhaps a room mate or a family member?”

“Not as far as I know, and I don’t have a rooot is ic and witchcraft type”

He ignores my insensitive response and takes a deep breath, then draws nearer to me “May I be frank?”

“Sure” I answer, a small bit puzzled You run into all sorts in places like this

“Well, h tone “You see, there’s a heavy ical aura all around you my dear It’s al one, one that has been per time now”

“O-kaay, well that’s good to know” I tell hiet away from this lunatic