“I know, but it’s only one weekend every few months. I don’t get to see them otherwise. Plus it gives Travis and Gwen a weekend to do grown-up stuff.”
“We never got to do grown-up stuff when Travis was little.”
“That’s because you dragged me from where we are both from to here.”
“Touché. I’m gonna turn out the light.”
“I’ll do it. I want to read a bit before going to sleep,” Wynn said and reached for her hardcover copy of Stephen King’s The Talisman from the nightstand.
Smith rolled over, facing the far wall, and hoped Anya would come through with his request. By this time tomorrow night, he wanted to have the first reborn member of his own personal Mushroom Cult.
I’ll have to come up with a different name for my coven, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
Pale Witch slammed the b
