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know. What do I need?"
    "Nuffin really," he said with a shrug. "We live underground so everything's there. You ever been in a mine before? Cause that's where we start."
    "No, never. I went to Big Bit Coal Museum once, on a day trip to have a look around, but it just seemed sad, a reminder of all that's lost."
    "Don't get me started," he said, looking like I'd just shot a puppy in front of him then laughed. "Anyway, that's it. Meet me in two hours, I'll show you in and show you the way, then it's the big bosses wot you gotta deal with, not me."
    He handed me a slip of paper with the name of an old mine, and directions. "Okay, I guess." Ulod turned and climbed reluctantly up to ground level. I took one last glance at the stunning place and wondered what sights I was going to see.
    This made no sense. Why me? And how the hell was I supposed to pack for such an outing?
    Did I need special shoes? Food? How about a hard hat?
    I decided I'd go as I was, and with an hour to kill before I started the drive, figured I owed somebody a visit before she sent out a witch search party and they dragged me to her by my ears.
    Time to go visit Grandma.

 
     
     
     
    Don't Annoy Grandma
    You'd think by now I'd have learned not to annoy Grandma, but I knew I had merely by my lack of visiting over recent months. Throughout my entire life I have tried my hardest to pop in at least once a week to say hi and to tell her that I love her. It's not like she needs my protection, she's a formidable witch of many years, so can take care of herself, but she's family, the only true family I have, and it's for my own peace of mind as much as to ensure she hasn't gone off the deep end and is up to no good.
    As I stood outside the door to her house, Mithnite beside me looking scared and nervous—the most hardened of wizards tremble before Grandma so I didn't blame him—so familiar and usually a welcome sight, I swallowed with a dry throat and opened it. She refuses to lock the door even though in our world that can lead to all manner of problems. But she's Grandma, and nobody dares mess with her.
    This little old lady, this ruse all the ancient witches hide behind, looks diminutive, gray-haired, always in her housecoat indoors, looking as innocent and frail as can be, the epitome of nice old lady. And she is. But cross her, or if she thinks you need something different to the potion you came to her for, then look out, she'll give you what she thinks you want, never mind what that entails.
    Familiar smells greeted me as I walked down the dizzying patterns on the orange and brown swirling carpet, now so retro it could almost be fashionable—almost—and I readied myself for the tirade that was to come. I wasn't disappointed.
    "It's me, the loving grandson come to say he loves his Grandma. And I brought a friend. Mithnite." See, I was trying to be good. I turned to see Mithnite still by the door, glancing around nervously. "Come on, she won't bite. Much," I added, which probably didn't help.
    Grandma poked her head around the kitchen door, bringing with her strong odors of whatever potion she was working on, and scowled a special scowl she reserved just for me. "You're late," she muttered, then disappeared. A moment later she reappeared, said, "Hello, Mithnite Soos," then was gone again.
    "Um, hi, Grandma," he said.
    "How can I be late when I didn't say I was coming?" I asked as I entered the inferno that is the kitchen. Where the humidity is terrible and the extractor fan wails, asking for pity as it fails to deal with the steam engulfing it from the stove as huge pots of danger or bliss bubble away noisily.
    "Don't try to be clever with me!" she scalded, stirring slowly, immune to the sauna-like conditions.
    "I wasn't. Um, I'm back. Got a job," I said, hoping for a big smile and a hug. You can't beat a Grandma hug, they're the best.
    "About time. Stupid boy, I don't know how Kate's put up with you while you've been going through this daft phase. Sit down,