They smiled when they shook your hand.

The ladies kissed cheeks, both of them, so lightly. no-one knew.

The cats curled up on bookcases, divans and side counters.

The cars were being brought round to the front awaiting their proud owners, who pretended not to consider their pedigree machines which were worth more than most houses, as anything more valuable than an automatically opening umbrella.

Down the road licensed witches cast spells which would change the course of the world.

And those with the biggest smiles lived to be a hundred years old.