hing we have been meaning to tell you about," exclaimed mother. "We are all Brujos, in this country they call us witches and warlocks, but that sounds so cold and unbecoming. So we prefer brujos, after all, the magic is based on our spanish heritage. The Smites and us have been friends for over 250 years. You see, if a tragedy befalls one of us or our family we simply recall each other from the grave and begin life again in another city under a different name. That's why we had to move from Wisconsin. Do you remember when you stayed with the Parkers for a week just before we moved? Well your father and I had a terrible accident. You remember that old rickety boat we had in Wisconsin, well your father and I were out one evening when it began to take on water, let me tell you, the water up there was mighty cold. We only lasted about an hour and a half when the hypothermia set in, my goodness it brings back chills just thinking about it. Well thanks to the Smites we are all a family again."Ok now the pizzas freezing cold I just found out that my parens are witches or brujos or something. What's next? Is the Wicked Witch of the West going to come flying in on a broom, and where's Dorothy, the Tin Man, Scarecrow and that lion guy, I don't want to put up with all those Munchkins. They'll eat all the pizza.Needless to say I didn't get much sleep that night. I couldn't decide what it all meant. Was I a witch, or is that warlock, and how about Judy is she a witch too? The next morning finally came, and as I walked down the stairs I saw the Smites sleeping on the floor of the family room. Still hungry from the night before I ate more cold pizza. As the shock of the past evening was wearing off, I became more than a little curious about that book that my mother had been reading just before my whole world fell apart. As my curiosity got the best of me I began to systematicly search for the book. It had to be here somewhere, but whe...
