“You’re a witch!”
I groaned in response before pointing at the new bane of my life when he started laughing, warning him,
“Don’t say a word!”
“Who are you talking to?” Sabrina asked, looking to where my finger was pointed.
“Okay, so I know this is going to sound wild and crazy and…”
My sister started laughing before reminding me,
“Seriously? Come on, Lily-pad, we were brought up with wild and crazy, and everyone in Morro Bay knew it… so just spill already.”
“Good point… okay, so, here goes… I was in the bathroom, and I was trying to get dressed into Tara’s spare clothes after my asshole boss basically told me to change, and then something just kind of…happened.”
Hearing this, she folded her arms in an ‘I am pissed off at your boss and gonna cast a spell on him’ type of way.
“What happened exactly?” she asked, and after releasing a heavily weighted sigh, I nodded to what was, no doubt, nothing but an empty counter.
“That happened.”
“Humf, charming,” he said, making me shake my head as though it would help.
“I can’t see whatthatis.”
“Perhaps I can help with that,” he said, and after a click of his fingers, my sister screamed before quickly running behind me.
“Dear Goddess!” She exclaimed in fright.
“Yeah, my thoughts exactly… especially when a bunch of runes started to lift off the dress before exploding into a bright light and knocking me out, only for me to then wake up to him over there, slapping my face.”
“You slapped her!?” Sabrina shouted, focusing on the least important part of my story.
“Hey, hey, I was tapping her cheek, and besides, she wouldn’t wake up… what was I supposed to do? Keep flushing the toilet and hoping a sopping wet fanny would rouse her?” At this, he wagged his eyebrows at me, and I shrieked in outrage.
“I wasn’t even on the damn toilet, and my panties were firmly in place and I… look, that’s not important here,” I argued.
“Oh, but I think it is,” the goblin said, winking at my sister, and I purposely ignored him.
“He has a point,” Sabrina commented before I shot her a look of disbelief.
“What? Details matter,” she countered, and again, my habit of shaking my head to try to rid myself of the pointless elements of this conversation ensued.
“Look, can we get back to the major issue here? Which is clearly how in the Goddess Hecate, did I summon a demon from Hell and, more importantly, how do we get him to go back?!”
The goblin turned serious and said, “Oh, no way! I’m not going back.”
“What!?” I cried.
“I am not going back,” he stated again, making me close to stomping my foot like a toddler.
“Oh yes, you are!” I snapped, making him fold his arms, and thus the arguing began.
“Okay, then go ahead, girly, and try to magically make me.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and said,
“Fine! You wanna play it like that, well, I summoned you, so I must have the power to send your skinny ass back!”
