East Attic, Wednesday Evening
Piper thought about the discussion in Soc of Paranormal. It weirded her out a bit. She had no idea really who deserves a peaceful afterlife and who doesn't. There are people out there who think she doesn't deserve it simply for being a witch. Hell, they'd be destroyed just by entering a church according to one documentary she had seen a few weeks ago.
Mostly, she thought of her mom. Surely she was in a peaceful afterlife. If anyone was there, it was her mother. She was a good witch after all. Not to mention a good mother, at least while she had the chance to be. Grams was always vague about what happened to her. Piper sometimes wondered if she was hiding something.
She sighed and tried not to think about it anymore. Phoebe's voice mail message was more important at the moment. She reached for the Book of Shadows and began searching for information on the Zen Master. Eventually she found something. She'd have to let Phoebe know.
Mostly, she thought of her mom. Surely she was in a peaceful afterlife. If anyone was there, it was her mother. She was a good witch after all. Not to mention a good mother, at least while she had the chance to be. Grams was always vague about what happened to her. Piper sometimes wondered if she was hiding something.
She sighed and tried not to think about it anymore. Phoebe's voice mail message was more important at the moment. She reached for the Book of Shadows and began searching for information on the Zen Master. Eventually she found something. She'd have to let Phoebe know.