The hiss of meat on a hot frying pan filled the room. Automatically I went and pulled out plates. “Rick, you staying for breakfast?”
“Are you kidding? Sure! What's on the menu?”
“Bill's making up sausage gravy and I just made the biscuits.”
“Oh, I'm up for a plateful, sweetheart,” he said.
A half-hour later we were all eating the delicious biscuits I made and the sausage gravy Bill made. He got complements from everyone. I did too, but I just mixed this stuff up, and it wasn't all that much, really.
“I'm glad you were able to get back into the house, Sabrina. This is where you really belong,” Hobart said.
“How did you get rid of the demons?” Rick asked.
“I didn't,” I said, looking across to Bill.
“My theory is that when the main demon, Naamah, was destroyed, that pretty much got ri
