“Squonk.”
“Whatever. I’ve been wonderin’ ’bout that chick from the magic shop too.”
“Oh, you mean Marsha?”
“Yeah. Kinda funny she just so happens to tell my future and then gives us exactly what I need to, you know, not die.” Seymour paused. “Thoughtechnicallyit was Zolrya who saved me by turnin’ back time and not Day becomin’ a sword?—”
“Hey, that’s not true,” Day argued. “I totally saved you!”
YEAH WHAT SHE SAID
MEOW
“Okay, fine.” Seymour laughed. “You helped me not die horribly until Zolrya could arrive. Happy?”
Day hopped back in his arms with a soft purr. “Yes.”
“You ever go back to talk to her?” Neil asked.
“Yup.” Seymour nodded. “Went by there once or twice, but we never did see her. It was always somebody else. And oh, I think we met that Mr. Plastic fucker, and wow, is he?—”
Turn around.
The urge came from out of nowhere, but something pink caught Seymour’s eye. He looked out the front windows of the shop and gasped.
No way.
It wasMarsha.
She was carrying a black lace parasol, dolled up in another ruffly gothic dress, but she paused as if somehow sensing Seymour staring at her. She looked right through the glass and smiled.
“One sec!” Seymour hurried to the door and rushed outside.
But…
She was gone.
“The fuck?” Seymour looked all around.
“Where did she go?” Day yowled. “She was right here!”
“Fuck… I dunno.” Seymour huffed softly. “But you know, I got the weirdest damn feelin’ that we ain’t seen the last of her.”
“You really think so?”
“Yup.”
Day frowned. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”
“Dunno. But we got a whole ass future ahead of us to find out, don’t we?”
“Damn skippy.”
After saying farewell to everyone,Seymour and Day went back home. Seymour wasn’t sure how to feel about seeing Marsha like that, as if his very thoughts had somehow summoned her. That was a creepy thing to consider, but really small in the grand scheme of his life over the last month or so.
Inherited millions from his murdered witch father, fell in love with an angel, adopted a kitty cat girl, and was the personal foodie of a faerie king.
Yeah, not so much.
