A week later, Endora appeared in the Stephens living room again. Samantha didn't care, as she was bored of watching TV, but not looking forward to doing the laundry for the fourth time in a week.
"Good afternoon, dearie," Endora sneered, "where is little Adam?"
"He's upstairs," was Samantha's reply, "being a very good little boy and napping."
"He's a baby," Endora pointed out, "you're not supposed to leave babies alone in their rooms. They might just crawl out or give you another unfortunate surprise." Samantha raised her eyebrows. She had been leaving Adam in his room during the afternoons for months and Endora had known about it too. This was the first time that Endora had shown that she cared though…was something wrong?
"Mother, I'm sure he'll be fine," Samantha remarked, "I check up on him every ten minutes. You know that."
"Well, what if there's another witch in his room?" Endora questioned Samantha, "I'm very sure David wouldn't be too pleased about that."
"It's Darrin, Mother," Samantha corrected Endora for the millionth time, "and I seriously doubt there's a witch in Adam's room. If a witch or warlock wanted to visit him, they'd come through the living room wall as usual."
"Samantha, you've forgotten much of your raising," Endora shook her head sadly, "you know better. Witches and warlocks can appear or disappear anywhere, not just in your beloved living room. I thought you knew that."
"Oh, Mother…" Samantha sighed, "even if a witch did appear in Adam's bedroom why would they want to be there?"
"I don't know. Why don't you ask them?" was Endora's reply.
"Mother, I can tell you for a fact—there is no witch in my son's room!" Sam cried.
"How in the world can you be so sure?" Endora huffed, "goodness, Samantha, don't be so sure of things you don't know. You act like you have no raising sometimes."
"Fine, Mother. I will check in my son's room," Samantha muttered, blinked and disappeared.
"Hmm…hmm…what a stubborn daughter I have…Donald is not treating her right," Endora said to herself as she too disappeared.
Endora and her daughter appeared in Endora's grandson's bedroom at the exact same time to see Bree Van de Kamp holding little Adam.
"Oh my goodness!" Samantha exclaimed, "Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Bree apologized, "my name is Bree. I just think children are so darling. I have two of my own."
"Bree?" Samantha cried, "I thought you said in your letter that you had no children."
"Well, my mother—Judia—doesn't want them to be associated with their father anymore. She basically kidnapped them and I didn't want your husband to be confused or know I'm a witch, so…" Bree shrugged, "I had to lie in my letter."
"Oh," said Samantha.
"I told you that you had a witch in Adam's room," Endora smirked, "and now you're happy about it."
"Well, I like meeting new neighbors," Samantha retorted.
'"Sure…sure…you only spent a good ten minutes claiming you didn't want to meet her before she moved," Endora hissed.
"I didn't want to meet you either," Endora confessed, "our mothers are just obsessed with getting us to meet before the expected time." Samantha nodded and glared at Endora.
"We can't help it," was Endora's excuse, "now I arranged a little lunch with Hillary Clinton and I don't want to be late. Good-bye, dears!" With that, Endora vanished in a puff of smoke.
"Well, what are your children named?" Samantha smiled at Bree.
"Andrew and Danielle," was Bree's answer, "I hope you can meet them someday. They are just wonderful children. Rex and I are very proud of them."
"Oh, is Rex your husband's name?" Samantha asked.
"Yes, Rex Van de Kamp. God, we can fight like cats and dogs, Samantha," Bree stated, "but we do love each other. If only… But never mind, I don't want to bother you with my martial troubles when we've just met," Bree chuckled nervously.
"Oh, that's all right," Samantha commented, "I hear things like that all the time. People say they're jealous because they think Darrin and I are so happy together."
"Darrin and Rex," Bree said to herself, "yes, those are mortal-sounding names, aren't they? Do you ever have trouble controlling your witchcraft for Darrin?"
"Oh, all the time!" replied Samantha, "but he loves me anyway."
"Yes, I guess Rex does too. I don't think Rex is quite as forgiving as Darrin though," Bree sighed, "oh, look at me. I promise I won't tell you my marital problems and then I start doing just that. What a fool I am."
"You're not a fool," Samantha declared, "only someone who needs to vent."
"Yes…well, I promised Rex I would be back at our house at 3:30 and it's 3:28, so I really should be going," Bree told Sam.
"Where do you live?" Sam questioned Bree.
"Well, it's a ways away for mortals," said Bree, "but I'm sure you could manage. We live on Wisteria Lane in Pasadena, California."
"Oh, thank you for telling me. Good-bye now and I can't wait when we can see each other the mortal way on a daily basis," Samantha smiled. Bree smiled back as she disappeared.