Mrs. Megroot must be some kind of psychic-at peace with the world-art guru-wacko finger-curer person because as soon as I take one bite of a blueberry muffin, my finger’s blueness fades.

“Whoa….how did you do that, Mrs. Megroot?” I inquire in suprise.

“Oh…just a little thing I picked up from the Iroquois when I was living with them.” she replies with a twinkle in her eye.

She lived with the Iroquois? I’m beginning to think she needs to visit a mental ward.