Chapter 113

A clever smile lit Boxy's face and sparkled in both his real and fake eye. With a wink, he lifted a finger to his mouth. "Shh. Let's keep that on the down-low, as the kids these days say."

"But...but...Dad...?" I sputtered.

He raised his hands, all innocence. "I was never a practicing witch. I was too distracted with cars, but...I guess a witch who doesn't do magic is still a witch? Boxy, however, was sworn to secrecy."

"How did you..." Boxy gazed up at Studmuffin on top of the Ford. "Ohhhh..."

"Sworn to secrecy by whom?" I asked him.

With a wince, he took off his railroad cap and scratched his silver tuft of hair. "Well, that's kind of a secret too."

"Do you have a coven? A broom?" I asked, questions now flooding my mouth. "Are you book witches or chaos witches or potion witches or - "

"I don't know," Dad said softly. "I never bothered to find out what kind I am."