There were things she didn't want Wendy or anyone else to find out about. She thought those secrets would be burried forever. Wendy had finally turned her life around and she couldn't take another break down.
She decided to let life take it's natrual course and see what happened.
The road was always a welcome place to Wendy. She loaded up the station wagon with her prized belongings. She was actually itching for a trip. After spending so many years on the road it felt strange to be locked down in one place.
She called work to let them know she would be taking a week off. She hated stripping and didn't want to get stuck doing it forever. But with no formal education she couldn't get a decent job.
The drive there seemed to be over before it started. She stopped off twice to eat and once to go for a little walk in the park.
She was in no rush to get there. Part of her wanted the trip to take a while. She was nervous. She was nervous about seeing her father. What if he didn't want her? What if he didn't remember her? What if he wasn't even there? Panic was over taking her.
Once she got to Friendship she began to look for the house. She had never been to the family home and had no idea what it looked. The small town looked friendly enough. Ha. Lame joke.
She pulled off to the side walk and started looking for somoene to ask. She spotted a teenager girl walking by. Suddenly, she felt an urge to shout out to her.
"Hey!" she yelled. "Kid! I need help."
The girl turned her attention to her and ran over to the car.
"Tourist?" she asked. "The vistors center is past the post office."
"I'm looking for whipstaff manor," Wendy explained. "I was hoping to speak to someone there."
"I live there," the girl said. "Who are you? A reporter?"
"No," the witchy said shaking his head. "My name is Wendy McFadden. I'm trying to do some geology research."
Wendy hadn't thought this far. What if this people thought she was some werido? How could she tell them she was a witch? If they were really living with ghost chances were they would believe in witches.
The girl seemed to pause and looked worried for a second. Then she smiled and leaned in the car.
"I'm actually headed that way," the girl explained. "My name is Kat. My Dad and I live there. We didn't think there were any Mcfaddens left."
Kat gave her directions to the place. Wendy followed the directions with ease. When she got the house she had to wait for Kat. The young girl finally came into view and opened the gate. The girl walked up the front door as Wendy parked the car. The girl opened the door and peeked her head inside. She seemed to be talking to someone. Her father perhaps?
Wendy got out of the car holding a lit cigeratte. She walked up the porch.
"Come in," Kat said nervously.
Kat opened the door and led Wendy inside.