Casper. I haven't seen her since I got back."
My cat doesn't particularly care for me, and the feeling is mutual—still, I worry.
"Oh, I'm sure Casper's fine. She was here day before yesterday. Caleb fixed the pet door."
She picked up the dishes and made sure I had something easy to eat for lunch.
I think it's time for a
Mary Poppins
break. When I'm feeling icky about life, I just pop in the DVD and Julie Andrews sings about spoons full of sugar, and life doesn't seem so bad.
I know, I know. Big bad witch watching
Mary Poppins
. Fuck it, it makes me feel good.
Monday, 11 A. M.
I worked out in the garden for about a half an hour. It's so hot, even with the coolers in the conservatory. My roses were in sad neglect and all the herbs needed an extra dose of water. Caleb's putting a timer on the new misters so when I'm gone I don't have to worry about getting someone to come over and water them.
I finally gave in and called Sam at home. Then I called his cell.
Tried to sound cheery. "Hi Sam, just got back into town. Almost died in London. Thought you'd like to know. And I know it's stupid, but I miss you."
It wouldn't be so bad, but I left the same lame message twice. Desperate. I know.
I've got to get him out of my head. I wish I didn't love him so much.
On the plus side, Kira has cleaned my house and it looks better than it has in weeks. I keep things neat, but she was a wild woman. She even dusted the top of the books, and scrubbed the tubs in all three bathrooms. I don't know why, no one is going to take a bath except me. Anyway, the house smells great. She set candles everywhere and even put our favorite party twinkle lights up.
She came early and did it all before she had to go in to the library. So when I came downstairs, it was to a very clean house. She's a great friend.
Caleb left an avocado sandwich from Lulu's and some chocolate pie in the fridge for my lunch. So it's lunch, a shower, a nap and then the dinner party. It almost feels like life is back to normal.
Well, with the exception that my former boyfriend hates me.
5 P.M.
Wow. I cannot wake up. Gonna run and take another quick shower. I can't decide what to wear. I think I'm leaning toward the halter top Zane bought, and those jeans I love. Maybe if I dress like I feel great, and pretend like I'm better, I will be.
If I ever see another one of those demons I'm going to blow it to hell and back.
Checked with Callie. Nothing unusual is going on with Zane. He and the band are gearing up for a concert tour that's going to start in the United States and then move back to Europe. He'd been doing some club dates to try out new songs, and now they're busy putting the show together.
She sounded bored. There's been a lot of activity with the warlock population in Australia, so she's probably missing her daily duels with the bad guys.
It made me laugh when she asked about Miles.
"What's with that ornery little twit who follows the prime minister around everywhere he goes?" She has a slight accent, but I doubt most people would guess she's from Nigeria.
"That's his assistant, Miles, he comes with the territory. And he's a bothersome ass. Just tell him you'll turn him into a poodle if he gives you any trouble, and he'll leave you alone."
She gave a hearty laugh. "Oh, I could see that ninny with some pink bows over his ears."
I'd had the same thought many days.
We hung up and that's when I took my nap. It was dreamless for once. Thank goodness. I keep seeing the strangest things in my dreams. Orange eyes that float around, and weird slimy eggs. And I wake up feeling sick.
Darn, it's getting late. Better get that shower and then dress before company gets here.
----
Chapter Ten
Tuesday, 10 A. M.
Sweet, Texas
Sort-of-happy witches: 1
Well, the party was a success. Kira outdid herself with the food. We had cheese enchiladas, rice, beans and sopaipillas with honey and butter.
Yummers.
Margie brought Billy, who is a sweet guy and looks
My cat doesn't particularly care for me, and the feeling is mutual—still, I worry.
"Oh, I'm sure Casper's fine. She was here day before yesterday. Caleb fixed the pet door."
She picked up the dishes and made sure I had something easy to eat for lunch.
I think it's time for a
Mary Poppins
break. When I'm feeling icky about life, I just pop in the DVD and Julie Andrews sings about spoons full of sugar, and life doesn't seem so bad.
I know, I know. Big bad witch watching
Mary Poppins
. Fuck it, it makes me feel good.
Monday, 11 A. M.
I worked out in the garden for about a half an hour. It's so hot, even with the coolers in the conservatory. My roses were in sad neglect and all the herbs needed an extra dose of water. Caleb's putting a timer on the new misters so when I'm gone I don't have to worry about getting someone to come over and water them.
I finally gave in and called Sam at home. Then I called his cell.
Tried to sound cheery. "Hi Sam, just got back into town. Almost died in London. Thought you'd like to know. And I know it's stupid, but I miss you."
It wouldn't be so bad, but I left the same lame message twice. Desperate. I know.
I've got to get him out of my head. I wish I didn't love him so much.
On the plus side, Kira has cleaned my house and it looks better than it has in weeks. I keep things neat, but she was a wild woman. She even dusted the top of the books, and scrubbed the tubs in all three bathrooms. I don't know why, no one is going to take a bath except me. Anyway, the house smells great. She set candles everywhere and even put our favorite party twinkle lights up.
She came early and did it all before she had to go in to the library. So when I came downstairs, it was to a very clean house. She's a great friend.
Caleb left an avocado sandwich from Lulu's and some chocolate pie in the fridge for my lunch. So it's lunch, a shower, a nap and then the dinner party. It almost feels like life is back to normal.
Well, with the exception that my former boyfriend hates me.
5 P.M.
Wow. I cannot wake up. Gonna run and take another quick shower. I can't decide what to wear. I think I'm leaning toward the halter top Zane bought, and those jeans I love. Maybe if I dress like I feel great, and pretend like I'm better, I will be.
If I ever see another one of those demons I'm going to blow it to hell and back.
Checked with Callie. Nothing unusual is going on with Zane. He and the band are gearing up for a concert tour that's going to start in the United States and then move back to Europe. He'd been doing some club dates to try out new songs, and now they're busy putting the show together.
She sounded bored. There's been a lot of activity with the warlock population in Australia, so she's probably missing her daily duels with the bad guys.
It made me laugh when she asked about Miles.
"What's with that ornery little twit who follows the prime minister around everywhere he goes?" She has a slight accent, but I doubt most people would guess she's from Nigeria.
"That's his assistant, Miles, he comes with the territory. And he's a bothersome ass. Just tell him you'll turn him into a poodle if he gives you any trouble, and he'll leave you alone."
She gave a hearty laugh. "Oh, I could see that ninny with some pink bows over his ears."
I'd had the same thought many days.
We hung up and that's when I took my nap. It was dreamless for once. Thank goodness. I keep seeing the strangest things in my dreams. Orange eyes that float around, and weird slimy eggs. And I wake up feeling sick.
Darn, it's getting late. Better get that shower and then dress before company gets here.
----
Chapter Ten
Tuesday, 10 A. M.
Sweet, Texas
Sort-of-happy witches: 1
Well, the party was a success. Kira outdid herself with the food. We had cheese enchiladas, rice, beans and sopaipillas with honey and butter.
Yummers.
Margie brought Billy, who is a sweet guy and looks
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