Six months later, Rachel was working with a counter-witch-doctor who specialised in these sort of curses. Slowly, she was learning to check the features she saw in the mirror against reality. Her nose – green, warty and dripping? When she ran her fingers over its length, she discovered that it was actually straight, smooth and dry.
“Your fingers must be your new eyes!” explained the counter-witch-doctor. “They don't lie to you.”
“It's a hard road,” he'd explained to Cindy and George, “but she's got you two for support, and I think she'll be OK.”
Rachel sighed. This was hard work, and the progress was slow.
“Why does this take so long?” she complained, “That stupid witch cursed me in a couple of minutes, and probably went home and forgot all about it... why do I have to suffer for her bad temper?”
“It's a mystery,” agreed the counter-witch-doctor, “but I guess that if we couldn't do anything nasty to anyone, we wouldn't have any free will at all. And you know... you're kind of lucky”
“LUCKY????” Rachel yelled.
“Yup, lucky,” the counter-witch-doctor nodded. “You know, you have two parents who love you and watch over you carefully, and support you in everything. Most kids I see have actually been cursed by their parents, over and over, every day of their lives.”
Rachel thought about that a bit.
“Hmmm, you could be right...” she said reluctantly, “I just want to finally see the real me..”
The counter-witch-doctor rolled his eyes sympathetically, “Oh, join the club, Rachel!” he said. “I've been trying to see the real me for decades! You'll get closer, though, I promise you that!”
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