Chapter Sixty-Five:
I sighed and peeped around the wall. Tasha was right of course, Justina was sprawled out now blocking the whole foot end of my bed including my desk and chair. “I don’t know Tasha. I was so tired and worn thin last night and she seemed to be at the end of her ropes. I wasn’t about to pick her up and toss her out of the room; it didn’t seem right.”
She returned my sigh. “Well we have to do something she looked ready to off herself she couldn’t handle what she is going through I have seen some Witches take that course it’s not pretty at all.”
“Is this supposed to be helping because it’s not! The last thing I ever want in my whole life is to see someone kill themselves! God Tasha why did you have to plant that in my head?”
She shrugged. “I was just telling you what I o
