Tux and Spell

A Witch?

"Witch?!" Jacob repeated in disbelief and chuckled, "What an interesting case !!"

"You think? Interesting?" Asked Marry did not understand, at least she could make Jacob chat with a long time tonight, "to hell with work ethics !!" Mary thought to herself, she smiled broadly when Jacob looked at her with raised eyebrows — he was interested !!

"The wife... She has a face very white as pale as a living corpse, my client said that every turn of the year, his wife would go to take him and their child to a remote village and stay there a few nights. In a shabby motel, always in the same motel and the same room number for their 7 years of marriage !! isn't that strange? " Marry asked, who was currently holding Jacob's hand to sit on the chair.

Walking side by side and at last, they sat facing each other, Marry stuck her right hand out on the table, hoping Jacob would grab her.

"Then ... My client said, their child never cried or had a fever - well let's say ... His son was never sick !! Neither did his wife!" Marry continued enthusiastically.

"Couldn't that happen? I mean, maybe they have a really good immune system?" Jacob answered with an interested tone. He keeps his hands on his thighs. He doesn't want to have any contact with Mary, this woman is about to pounce on him.

"Oh ... Jacob !! They've rain in the middle of the night, through New York which is freezing in winter, and the mother-child didn't even sneeze!!"

"Still, in my opinion, is a natural thing. It cannot be concluded that the mother is a witch." Jacob raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly, challenging Mary with a counterargument.

"And ... One more thing !! His wife always draws on his son's arm, a strange circular painting ... She was the one who is doing it! From a marker every night before her child goes to sleep !!" Mary said enthusiastically. She always touches her thick lipstick.

"Strange circles? Do you have pictures of them? Suddenly I am curious," Jacob leaned forward.

"Oh ... I have it on my cellphone, my client sent it a few days ago - as proof," Marry reached into her sparkling pink purse, "ah... Here it is !! Look !! It's a witch symbol !!"

"Yes ... Maybe you're right ... It does look like a spell." Jacob brings up Marry's cell phone screen, which displays a photo of the mysterious circle - it looks like a spell with writing from another language, a language he never heard or knew. Jacob frowned thinking, "Isn't there any stronger evidence than this?" In his heart, he believed what he saw was a rune. Ancient writing is often used by magicians.

"Hmm ... My client has a voice recording when his wife drew the circle - she always said something in strange language ... A spell, I think!" Marry continued and smiled, her right hand which she put on the table, she pulled.

"So you still insist ... That she's a magician?" Jacob asked to confirm it again. He still has doubts about this case. Very strange, quirky, and quaint.

"Yes, of course." Mary nodded, determined in her stance. "By the way, I drank too much this evening, don't you mind sending me home. My apartment is not far from here, I promise to entertain me when I get home." Mary bargained with lustful eyes. The woman's bead moved from top to bottom of Jacob's body.

"Yeah, it looks like you're going to r**e me!" Jacob thought he felt insulted by the look Mary gave him. This is what a woman feels like looking up and down. He felt guilty often doing it with the interlocutor. Turns out it feels like being harassed.