IF THEY KNEW THEN WHAT THEY KNOW NOWThey laughed in the smoke and drank cold, cheap beer and wine. Slapped each other on the back. Thought it was over. Thought they’d won.It was the kind of laughter that’s loud because it hides fear. It always has.The three women were clever. Or they thought they were. Sharp tongues. Dull hearts. Witches, black