This is the second part in a series, so if you haven’t done so already, you might want to read Part I before continuing.
Bridget was in a hurry. The minister and his family had shown up for an unexpected visit in the middle of baking day, so her mother had gone to host them and Bridget was left to finish the baking – hopefully in time to serve their guests some fresh, hot bread before they left. She had just finished shaping the loaves when she remembered the protection spell her mother had taught her to perform every time they worked in the kitchen, so Bridget frantically threw a pinch of salt over her shoulder, mumbling the words under the breath as she did so.
“What are you doing?”
Bridget stood bolt upright in front of the oven, where she had just placed the finished loaves. She found herself facing Mary, the minister’s youngest daughter. “What?”
“Mother told me to come help you with the baking, and when I walked in, I saw you throw something over your shoulder.”