Ann Black. A friend for a thousand years, she"s a genius. Here I am, standing outside her store, waiting for her to pick up the phone.
"Hey, Demona!" she blares into the phone, and I frown.
"Ann, I need some help."
"Oh, you don"t?"
"Yeah. Do you still have any more of that little bugging wonder?"
"You mean the Evil-eye?" She asks, and I can hear her exhaling smoke.
"I don"t know. Was that the name?"
"Oh, baby. Yeah. Come in here." She says, and I hang up the phone. Why was that necessary? Ann "s like me. Entering the shop, where new, modern electronic gadgets are standing on end, the salesgirl smiles at me.
"Ann?"
"Oh, you are looking for her. She"s upstairs in the office." She points towards the iron stairs. "She"s waiting for you."
"Thanks," I smile and start up the stairs. I f
