The work load was getting a little too much, she thought. So many dimensions, so much dusting of crystal balls and learning of new languages, so much reading of hearts desire and granting a twisted version--she wasn't getting old, precisely (one didn't, in the Shop), but she was beginning to feel stretched . She needed an assistant. So she began to keep a careful eye on the customers who entered her shop (for of course she could never leave), and especially on their children. It took her some time... read more
