Alder's Grove

Now I'm not saying this is how it happened, and I'm not saying it didn't happen that way. If you look at the journals for that day, you don't see anything that interesting. But a few tipsy whispers say otherwise.

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Asta’s journal from this particular October, 1968:

Attended Corina’s wedding to a lovely young man – Anthony.

Met a wonderful woman, Anthony’s great-grandmother Margaret. Shall have to get together with her sometime to exchange recipes – and perhaps knitting patterns.

There was a bit of a scuffle at the wedding –

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"It can't be done."

Asta looked at the pile of books, then at the broken lightbulb spread across the table. She looked back at the books, and then, finally, she looked at her cousin. "It has to be done, Maeve."

"You know what the Humpty Dumpty rhyme really means."

"I know." Asta bit her lip. "Once something is done, it is done. Once someone is cursed, he is cursed. Once a vow is vowed, it is set in stone."

"And yet..."

"And yet I need to break the vow, un-curse the curse. I need to put Humpty Dumpty back together again."

"And what makes you think you can succeed where all the king's horses and all his men could not?"

Asta lifted her chin. "Because I am the Aunt."

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written to kelkyag's prompt.