If not for the Curse, living next door to a Witch wouldn't have been so different from living next door to anyone else, Greta thinks. She had kept to herself, which had suited the two of them just fine. It was always a bit nerve-wracking, not knowing what she might be up to, but the Witch had seemed content to ignore them. Until she wasn't.
Greta nods. "It wasn't just rumor. She actually," she huffs out a breath, as if it was silly and embarrassing and not infuriating or tragic, "she Cursed us - or my husband's family, which amounted to the same thing. It happened back when he was only a boy. He didn't know anything about it." Maybe if his father had stuck it out, things would have been different. They might have wheedled her into breaking it sooner. If nothing else, she could have known what she was marrying into (though part of her wonders if she would have married him at all, had she known).
What sort of Curse is probably on the tip of Demelza's tongue, so Greta spares her the awkwardness of needing to ask. "We couldn't have children. My husband's father stole some magic beans out of her garden, so she placed a Curse on the whole family line."
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Greta nods. "It wasn't just rumor. She actually," she huffs out a breath, as if it was silly and embarrassing and not infuriating or tragic, "she Cursed us - or my husband's family, which amounted to the same thing. It happened back when he was only a boy. He didn't know anything about it." Maybe if his father had stuck it out, things would have been different. They might have wheedled her into breaking it sooner. If nothing else, she could have known what she was marrying into (though part of her wonders if she would have married him at all, had she known).
What sort of Curse is probably on the tip of Demelza's tongue, so Greta spares her the awkwardness of needing to ask. "We couldn't have children. My husband's father stole some magic beans out of her garden, so she placed a Curse on the whole family line."