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know what the stuff is supposed to do. She simply told me to take it to the gravesite, set it on the tombstone and walk away from it." |
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Theodore wrapped his arms around his knees and rocked backwards. He was laughing out loud now. "I can't believe I'm sitting here listening to this. More than that, I can't believe there are still people around who believe in potions and witches and the supernatural. Especially you, Charlie. I know you know this kind of shit ain't real. The only thing you've told me so far that doesn't fit is that she didn't charge you an arm and a leg for the stuff." |
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Charlie was well-rehearsed; he knew his role and how to play the scene. He looked forlornly down at the pile of leaves at his feet. "I told you I'm desperate. I've got to try. Somehow I have to get through to him." He pulled the collar of his windbreaker up, rubbed his hands together and made sure his brother saw him shiver. |
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"So what do you intend to do? Set that thing on the grave and sit here all night waiting for something to happen?" |
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"No," Charlie said softly, "I intend to leave it, just like the witch told me to. Whatever happens, happens. It has nothing to do with what I think or feel. The forces are already put in motion. The witch has promised me." |
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Again Theodore let go with a coarse laugh. |
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