She would have thought that Fritz would have followed her.  But he never did.  This was all fine.  The less she is in town the better it is for her.  But she took her basket of berries nuts and dandelion greens and stopped just before her door.  Something didn’t feel right.  She had no clue what it was.  The door was still locked; she went to go look around back. She saw nothing out of the ordinary.  Perhaps it was her imagination.  Her becoming paranoid again.  She needed to stop that.  So Cytherea returned to the door and unlocked it and shut it after she entered.  She then locked it from the inside.  That was something she has never done before.<br/><br/><br/>~~~~***~~~~<br/><br/>The night came as a loyal companion.  It was silent and eerie and something was off.  Cytherea had eaten her dandelion greens in silence.   Jessup had brought the beef over to her.  He was so accustomed to walking in; but when he attempted to just walk in.  He was shocked to find Cytherea’s door locked.  She jumped at the knock at her door, and even went to ask who it was.  She was able to catch her breathe once she saw it was Jessup Malloy.  He had dropped the meat off and left after asking Cytherea if something was wrong.  She had replied no. He left and she re-locked the door.<br/><br/><br/>Jessup thought the rumors of Cytherea were far from true.  He knew from experience.  And after she saved his wife’s life after she helped birth his boy Daniel, who was premature.  He could care less if she was in ties with the devil.  He had his family and it was the will of that woman who wouldn’t quite. When the Dr. turned his back on them.  That woman was an angel of mercy. Witch or not.  Live and let live he says.  And all she wanted in return was meat for a lifetime.  She even made attempts to pay for it when she could.  He’d never demand her heart on a tree for anything.<br/><br/>~~~~~***~~~~~<br/><br/>Johnson sat in the darkness of the Inn; sipping his ale this was his 4th pint of Ale to be exact.   He was feeling pretty good and the thought of bringing that woman to her knees was making him even better.  He was still infatuated with her.  The way she moves through town and sneaks in and out.  Reminded him of a snake.  The way she won’t look at him when he looks and talks to her. “Cytherea the Snobby Witch...”  He sat up from his stool.  He thought about going for a walk.  How much magic Cytherea was made up of anyway?  With a smile on his lips like a child with a secret he walked out the door and headed across the bridge.<br/><br/>~~~~~***~~~~~<br/>