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You catch her washing a crystal ball along with the dishes.
She wears a lot of silver jewelry, even when doing the gardening. And bat earrings for goodness-sake.
She has a tame robin that will eat from her hand in the garden. That can't be natural.
Never catches a cold, even though she walks barefoot most of the time. In the snow as well.
She listens to what you are saying like she really cares.
She has lots of female friends who come round every few months. When you ask what they get up to, she tells you that they just have cakes and ale and a good natter.
All the stray cats in the neighbourhood tend to congregate in her garden ... and use your own as their litter.
You notice that the parish priest crosses himself whenever he walks past her house.
She makes jars of quince and mandrake relish for the Women's Institute coffee morning jumble sale.
You ask to borrow a pack of cards for an impromptu bridge evening, and there are 78 in the pack.
You have never known her to visit her GP.
Expectant mothers are forever visiting her. Also women who become expectant mothers a month after visiting her.
She tells you that she is coming out of the broom closet, joins Witches' Voice, and erects a stained-glass pentacle window in her front door.
You catch her hugging a tree.
