"What do you mean, she's a witch."     "That's just what I heaard, at school."     "Who told you?"     "Liz. She went there selling raffle tickets."     "She the one who was in the bad accident?"     "Yes. This happenws before that, of course."     "What did she say? The . . . witch, I mean."     "Something about bread being better than pudding."      " Anything more?"     "Something about leading to bad luck. No, she said misfortune."     "You know, Natalie, you have some really weird friends."     She grinned at her twin. "I might say the same about you."     "Yeah, I suppose." He didn't seem upset. He never was. He just said "Why do we have to stop there, anyway."     "Because I'm curious."      "Umph.:      "And because I told Mom I'd leave this mail off. Misdirdted mail."     "Amuthing intersting?"      "No. Just an ad. Some kind of food companhy. Stuck to the back of something to us.:     "Could give it back to the mailman.:'     :Could have. But I was curious. So I told Mom I'd leave it off."     "Mom know this lady is weird?"     "I don't think so. Anyhow, here we are."     It was a very nice, very well tended house. Not weird at all. The small lawn in front was mown, the surrounded bushes were pruned and luxerant. They rang. The woman who came to te door was also tidy and well groomed. Disappointingly so.          "Yes?"     Natalie smiled sweetly. Nathan just sighed. Natalie said "Some of your mail came to us by accident." She held out the brochure.     "Oh, how nice of you. Won't you come in?"      Nathan gritted his teeth when Natalie smiled even more, "Why thank you.: Nathan didn't feel he needed to and was starting to turn away when Natalie grasped his arm and pulled him in with her.Ths inside of the house was tidy also.     The woman, who had introduced herself as Mrs. Green, led them into her kitchen, a very nice one. "That's from my baking club. It's not an ad."     "Baking club?"    "Bread making."     An old saying she'd come across in a historial novel recently ran through Natalie's head. "You must take your bread as you find it and stop asking for pudding." She had no idea why this had suddenly cropped up in her mind. And why the sunlight in the kitchen suddenly seemed a little bit dimmer.      Nathan didn't seem affected. He was looking around quite eagerly. "You make a lot of things?" Nathan looked hungry, Natalie suddenly reaized.     "Oh yes. Browies. Cookies. And not just baking."     "What else?" Nathan was looking remarkably hungry. Greedy, even.     "Bread is safest," said the woman in a very soft voice that seemed remarkably penetrating. "I have to tell you that. But what would you like?"     Natalie could almost hear the word trembling on Nathan's lips. Frantically she searched for an alternative, and then shuted out "Waffles."