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    “But wait!” She flipped the television back on and found Darynda glowering at her.
    “What?”
    “I haven’t had a lesson. What lesson are you talking about?”
    Darynda was on her feet with her hands fisted on her hips. “Well, duh! The lesson on divining. Weren’t you paying attention? Seriously, I can only do so much. You have to make a little effort here.”
    “I…uh, I was having a conversation with a…cat.”
    “Not my problem.” She glanced at her watch. “Look, I’m on overtime here. You gotta get with the program.”
    “I will, but…” Mercy waved her hands in a helpless gesture. “It’s just that everything is happening at once. I had no idea I was a witch and all this…is just so…” She realized that Darynda had her cell phone to her ear. “Hello? I’m talking to you… ”
    Darynda slid her phone into her pocket. “Look, the lesson is over. I suggest you practice divining and read your handbook.”
    “Handbook! What hand book? I don’t have a handbook.”
    Darynda made a groaning noise. “Do I have to do everything around here?” She spoke to someone off camera who commented back in an unintelligible mumble. Darynda turned back to the camera. “Check your mailbox and tune in next week when I will introduce simple elixirs.” The screen started to darken.
    “Wait!” Mercy shrieked. “What is the Witch’s Training Channel?”
    Darynda rolled her eyes. “The WTC is THE home-schooling program for future witches. You, young lady are officially a Witch-in-Training, or a WIT. The Witch’s Training Channel was developed to provide standardized education for future witches.” She gave a slight shake of her head as though she had never encountered such a limp brain. “Your responsibility is to pay attention , read your handbook and practice your lessons. Good-bye.” The screen went to black with a vengeance.
    Feeling dazed, Mercy sat for a few minutes contemplating all that had happened that afternoon. She had talked to a cat who certainly knew a lot more than he was saying. Her conversation with Alistair had been strangely comforting, though she had learned very little about her grandmother’s mysterious departure.
    But her disagreement with Darynda had been disheartening. She felt as though she was totally lost like a paper boat tossing about on a stormy sea. She had no idea which direction she was heading , nor her final destination.
    She walked out to the mailbox on the off chance that something had been delivered and found a large manila envelope with her name on it. The return address just said WTC but there were no stamps on it . Mercy carried it inside and tore the paper off. A pale green manual slid out onto the table. It was thick and appeared to be crammed with information. She sighed and turned her back on it, feeling a little guilty. Then , as if giant hands grabbed her shoulders and spun her around , she turned back . "Okay!" she said a l oud. She flipped through the pages and read the lesson on divining. S he tried to recall some of Darynda’s televised class .
    Mercy had missed most of it, but she gathered she should try to practice in case there was a test. She looked around for an appropriate object and saw Gran’s big floppy garden hat. A wave of loneliness washed through her . She lift ed the hat in both hands and clutched it to her chest. A waft of her grandmother’s lavender fragrance floated in the air. On impulse, she crammed the hat on her head, fe eling at once silly and futile.
    The other girl had held the object and tried to divine something from it. What was it Darynda said? A re there magic words or something?
    Mercy pulled down the sides of the floppy hat. Help me, Gran. I need you . She jumped when an electric tingle slithered down her spine. She could see Gran plain as day. She was surrounded by the oddest creatures. There was a peculiar colored horse . A purplish color she had never seen before. A nd there was a strange small creature that