Abby scowled. "I think you're using him as an excuse to stop dating."
"No, the reason I don't date is because of my father. Thanks to him, I have a better sex life when I'm asleep." Constance let a sad laugh escape. "At least he can't stop my imaginary lovers."
Serena reached out and took Constance's hand. "I don't know why, but I just got a sense that your dream man is real. Something in my head told me that he's trying to find you. And I got a sense of urgency about it-this could happen soon."
As if. Serena often had deeper senses about these things, but after ten years, the possibility seemed slim. "Oh, Serena. . ." Constance whispered. "Don't I wish."
They chatted some more over dinner. May told them about the talk she'd attended, and Abby told them about her landlord troubles. Constance chose not to admit her sadness over her latest client, a poor single mother who faced a prison sentence because she kept stealing supplies for her baby, this time a package of diapers. The criminal justice system was often insensitive.
After dinner, they began their yearly pre-Halloween white elephant party, a special tradition among the Witchy Women. The holiday was still six weeks off, but Abby had insisted they trade presents early this year. She had found an exciting gift and seemed eager to show everyone.
Constance had brought a book on consciousness and meditation, ordered last month after reading an article by the author. She never got around to reading the book, so she figured it would make a good white elephant item. They drew lots and started choosing gifts.
After a brief round of trading, Serena got the book on meditation. She promised to read it and give them a report next week.
Constance received Abby's gift: a pair of red sequined shoes. They would be perfect for her friend in the hospital. He loved The Wizard of Oz and would appreciate ruby slippers. She made her excuses and left the party to visit him.