"I would agree with you," I said, "but I'm not sure I can trust the police. All I need is for you to help me, just this once."
"Always, you mean. Not just once. I will always help you."
I helped him up off the ladder so he stood next to me and then threw my arms around him again. "It's really good to see you, Dad."
"It's good to be here again with you," he said, squishing me to him. "What do you need me to do?"
"When more witches get here, we all have to drink the potion in my backpack for the spell to work."
He pulled away. His eyes widened so big I could see the full moon inside them.
I laughed. "Yes, I figured it out, Dad. You're a witch, and yes, a witch who doesn't do magic is still a witch. Boxy's on his way, and his secret ninja-witch status is safe with me."