Jo
After consoling Sarah I thought I'd better face Bob the Slob and fess up--or cover up. When I entered our somewhat large living room/Bob's bedroom he was eating a bowl of Chex Mix cereal. He had a blue plastic cereal bowl with a built-in straw. I hadn't seen one of those since I was seven.
He slurped the milk through the straw. "What do you want, witch?"
"I don't want anything." I saw a roach crawl across the coffee table. I thought, "Great more unwanted roommates. "Listen Bob, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot..."
Bob spoke with his mouth full. "The wrong foot? You did voodoo magic on me and left me in Washington Square Park!"
"First of all I'm a Christian..."
"Pfffft." Bob wasn't buying it.
I tried selling it. "I come from a church going, bible believing family."
Bob snorted. "Then you should know better than to practice sorcery." Bob poured another giant bowl of cereal. As he poured the milk it sloshed everywhere.
"No wonder we have roaches! You really are a slob!"
"We don't have roaches. I have roaches! This is my apartment! You don't belong here, Voodoo Queen."
I'd never been called a queen before however I didn't care for the word voodoo attached to it.
"Look Bob... I'm sorry. You seem to have the wrong impression of me." I gave myself an inner pep talk, "Be thoughtful like Beth... Be thoughtful like mom..."
"No, don't. You don't like me and I don't like you. I'm not living with no witch!" Bob continued slurping. Milk dripped down his stubbly chin.
Clearly my imitation of a sweet person wasn't fooling Bob. I couldn't have him thinking I'm some sort of necromancer. Then I laughed out loud. "You probably don't even know what a necromancer is!"
"Nope, don't know, don't care. I just want you and your witchy ways outta my house."
"I'm not a witch! Witches are old and ugly." Maybe quoting from The Wizard of Oz would lighten the mood?
Bob shouted, "You're young and ugly! Get outta my house!"
Sarah rushed in. "Look Bob. I've been covering your part of the rent for 6 months now. I needed help so I invited Jo. If you're not gonna leave, at least you could be civil."
Bob smiled revealing food stuck in his neglected teeth. "I'll be civil alright. She can stay til tomorrow. Now get outta my bedroom before I call the cops and tell 'em Jo the Witch is trespassing."
I took a deep breath and thought of another rhyme:
Bob's Pop's a cop.
He likes to hop.
He buys his bacon
From the pork shop
I whispered in Sarah's ear. "Don't worry. Amy is coming tomorrow."
Sarah nodded secretly wondering how a teenager could help. Bob glared
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4 Sisters of the Apocalypse
Fantasy10 years into the future four sisters discover they have unusual super powers. While reading the journals of their recently deceased mother she supernaturally speaks to them from the past. (Mary died suddenly due to a newly released hyper-virus by...
