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    Kenna picked up one of the candles. She held it gently in her fingertips and tried to figure out how she was going to “find her magic” so she could get the thing lit.
    “Shit!” She dropped the unexpectedly lit candle on her kitchen table. “Dammit,” she muttered as she grabbed unsuccessfully at the falling candle. She liked this table. At least the candle had gone out right away and hadn’t scorched the wood. She used her thumbnail to scrape at the cooling wax.
    Scraping the droplets of white wax, she said, “So what’s up with that?”
    “Well, that’s magic.” Her mom left the table and rummaged around in the kitchen. She came back with two small candleholders. Plopping them down in the middle of the table, she said, “What was so shocking about lighting a candle, when you were trying to light a candle?”
    “Okay, when you say it that way, I sound like an idiot. But I didn’t—you know—feel any kind of magic. I just kinda thought it’d be good to figure out where my magic was lurking so I could light the candle. And boom, the candle was lit. Weird, right?” She eyed her mom closely, looking for some sign that she was broken or that she was some kind of walking, talking, crying menace. “The way Lizzie describes it, it’s a thoughtful, or at least planned act.”
    Again with the frown. Her mom said, “Spell-caster magic is very different from witch magic. Taking a spell caster’s advice about magic is a bad idea.”
    “She hardly gave me advice, Mom. She’s just the only up-close-and-personal experience I’ve had with magic.” Kenna arched her eyebrows. “Whose fault is that, I wonder?”
    “How did I raise such a rude child?” Her mom raised her face heavenward, appealing to some higher power. “Light the candle.”
    Kenna picked up the same candle and this time set it in the holder her mom had retrieved. She looked at the candle and thought of a flickering flame where she could see the wick. Nothing.
    Had she felt anything when she’d lit it before? Grrr. Of course she didn’t remember. The flame seemed to come out of nowhere. If she hadn’t been too busy freaking out over the teeny tiny flame and her kitchen table, she might be more certain. She forced herself to take a deep breath then rested her hands on the table. She relaxed her shoulders—which had crept up near her ears, she was so tense. Somewhere, floating around in her insides—literally or metaphysically—there was a stash of magic. She just had to find it.
    After communing with her innards for a while, she had nothing except a clear understanding of how long it had been since her last meal—too long. She opened her eyes.
    Her mom was biting her lip, clearly trying not to laugh.
    “What? I’m”—Kenna waved her hands around—“communing. Or something.”
    The corners of her mom’s mouth tipped up slightly.
    Kenna let her head fall back. After shaking out the tension that had gathered again in her shoulders, she looked at her mom. “If you’re finding this so hilarious, what do you recommend?”
    Her mom handed her the candle. “Don’t try so hard.”
    Teeth clenched, Kenna took the candle. “Light, you little bastard.” And instantly a flame appeared.
    She placed the chintzy white candle in the holder her mom had retrieved—one of her favorite crystal holders—and as soon as her fingers left the candle, the flame went out.
    “That little mystery is solved.” Her mom still sounded amused. She waggled her fingers. “You have to be touching the object. But that probably won’t last long.”
    “You don’t have to touch something to set it on fire?” Before her mom could answer, Kenna said, “Wait a sec. I wasn’t touching that receipt paper. At the grocery.”
    “Right. It’s not that you can’t use your fire magic without a physical connection—more that you don’t know how.”
    “But put me on an emotional rollercoaster and my magic does erratic backflips.” Flippant wasn’t great,