Writing everything down didn’t feel like it took long, but it must have, because Stanton came in and stood near the door. I should’ve written this down last night.
“All done in the kitchen, Mr. Bear?” I asked.
“Yes, tigress.”
“And you worked to the best of your ability?”
“Yes, tigress.”
“I’ll check your work in a bit. I have more to finish than I thought, just give me a little more time. While I’m working on this, can you dig through the box in the closet marked with my name and the word ‘personal’. I need the chalk and I’ll need a clear space where I can draw a circle. I think the dining area in the kitchen will be best for it.” I replied.
“Yes, tigress.” He said and headed for the closet.
I turned back to the spell book and continued writing. I wanted to make sure I had ever
