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“Nana?” True said, encouraging the elder to open her eyes.
“Ghosts!” Heath said, pointing to the father and daughter lurking in the doorway to the hall.
“Did you do this?” True demanded, starting to push to her feet, but when Nana moved, she held in place.
“Damn – kettle,” Nana said, eyes open and staring into the worried face of her ex-husband.
“And aren’t you lucky I was here to return you from the dead?” Melvin said with a smirk that covered the fear when he thought he had lost her. “Kiss of life and everything,” he lied.
Nana grunted. She was sure glad he was, she still had plans for life, but she knew she would never hear the end of him saving her.
“Let’s get her to bed and call an ambulance to get her checked out,” True said.
“Don’t you dare,” Nana said, sounding stronger. “Doctors are charlatans; I don’t want one near me.”
“And she’s most definitely back to herself,” Melvin said. “They only save millions of people a year, but you go ahead and denounce them.”
“Just did,” Nana said, trying to pull herself to a more comfortable position but still feeling as weak as a puppy.
“Let me help you,” True said, reaching out.
“I can do it,” Nana grumbled.
“Yep, just as sweet as always,” Melvin said.
Hope slapped Heath’s arm again. “You do it,” she said.
“Do what?” he asked, eyeing the elder like she was a pile of vipers ready to strike.
“Pick her up and carry her to bed,” Hope said.
Heath opened his mouth but wasn’t sure what he would say. He didn’t want to overstep the line with Nana or get zapped for trying to help.
“Good idea,” True said.
“I said, I’ve got it. I just need a minute,” Nana grumbled.
True turned her full glare on the elder. “If you don’t let Heath carry you to bed, I’m going to stay here for the next week and make your life miserable by treating you like an old person!” she snapped, and eyebrows went up, including Nana’s.
Nana took a long moment to consider her granddaughter’s words, and then she caved. “Fine, muscles can help,” she grumbled.
Hope snorted a chuckle. It had to be the first time she’d seen Nana give in like that, and she was proud of True for making it happen. True glared at her, and then she suddenly held up two thumbs and grinned. “Winning!”
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“Well, that was a day,” Faith said, placing her palms on the bar and rolling her neck until she heard that familiar, comforting click.
True polished the glass in her hand with extra vigour. “Do you know how many mishaps we had today and how many witches could have died?”
“Yes, actually, I do,” Faith said, shooting a look at Amy, who looked a little uncomfortable at how the conversation was going. “How is this my fault?”
“I never said it was your fault,” True replied, scowling.
“It usually ends up getting to be my fault,” Faith said.
Serendipity jumped onto the counter with grace and ease. “Let’s just blame Hope; after all, she did bring us all here.”
“I heard that!” Hope called from the back of the room. She was wiping down the table with as much vigour as True was attacking the glasses.
