“What the Hel’s got you so jumpy, anyway?” asked Dr. Alcott, irritably. “I haven’t heard anything.”
“One has to wonder what the point of all this learning is, if it cannot heal your blindness and ignorance on those matters that might threaten your very existence,” said Phoebe, cryptically, and to neither of our liking.
“Since you’re the incredibly gifted sensitive in this party, I would so hate to steal your thunder,” replied Dr. Alcott, dripping venom. “Why not enlighten us, then, oh all-wise one? Why, pray, do you feel this would be an auspicious moment for us all to start wetting our drawers?”
“If I said that I was sensing a strong aura, powerfully suggestive of the undead, what would you say to that, Romalda?”
“First and most obviously, I would ask if you were serious.”
“Have you
