On the day Beatrice’s search came to an end, she wore a lightweight cotton dress. Sleeveless, it was smooth from the narrow black straps that crossed her shoulders and formed a gentle collar, to the straight skirt that ended above her knees. A checkered pattern in black and white, like that of a chessboard, covered it in small squares.She knew the girl was the one she sought the moment she saw her. The slender young woman matched the descriptions given of her, and her behavior spoke to the reports of her strangeness. She stood in the store and picked up items as if shopping, but she seemed to concentrate on each one for a moment before moving on. Beatrice frowned. If she didn’t know better, she’d suspect the girl of being a wizard. But she had seen wizards work their spells, and they didn’t do it like that. What is she doing? And what am I going to do, now that I’ve found her? Finally, she moved closer to the stranger and cleared her throat to make her presence known.