After Jack had added what looked like two cups of sugar into the mix, she cut into a long black vanilla bean and scraped the contents, adding it to the filling. Once the pie was assembled, Jack helped her place it into the oven, an old Aga Wolves stove that she had purchased during a previous renovation.
"Now what?" he asked, his face smeared with fruit stains and his hair white from flour.
"Now we wait," Joanna smiled.
Yesterday they had made brownies, the day before cupcakes, the day before was a moist and chewy nut roll. It felt like an orgy of baking, more so than usual, and both Ingrid and Cassy had begged the sugary tidal wave to stop. They might be immortal but their bodies were not immune to the havoc wreaked by a steady diet of delicious baked goods.
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Joanna had told them that they would just have to deal with it the way everyone else did, with discipline and restraint. Just because she made these delicious treats did not mean they had to eat them. She wasn't shoving brownies and cake into their mouths now, was she?
This is a continuation free write prompt which turned into a short story novel. Perhaps, not so short anymore; anyhow hope you enjoy it. For previous prompts about the Witches of Farrenmore Heights; scroll below for each link
Ingrid Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18| Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21| Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25| Part 26| Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31 | Part 32 | Part 33 | Part 34 | Part 35| Part 36 \ Part 37 | Part 38 | Part 39 | Part 40
