Page 40 of When You Least Expect It
Chapter 18
Myer~
The knocking on my front door was consistent, loud, and very demanding.While I’d done my best to hurry out of the shower, a possible emergency had me wrapping a towel around my wet body, then praying that I didn’t slip while racing towards the front door.The fact that it was Sunday morning also played a role in my near-naked body rushing to answer the front door.Sundays were for church and lazy breakfasts in the kitchen, not the sounds of fists banging on the door like I was about to be raided.
Swinging the door open, I said, “Jesus Christ, what’s going on?”
Ignoring me, Calista muscled her way into my home, and after the way that we’d ended things last night, I was honestly surprised to see her here.By all accounts, that cheek kiss at the end of our date had felt a lot like the kiss of death, but I had taken my lumps like an adult, accepting that she wasn’t interested in me.
“Louise just put a hex on me, and you’re next,” she announced as she turned to face me, standing in the middle of my living room.
“I’m sorry, what?”I asked as I tightened my hold on the towel.
Calista threw her hands up in the air, letting them drop dramatically for emphasis.“I said that she just put a hex on me, and you’re next.”
“A hex?”I echoed.“Like an actual hex?A curse?”
“She knocked on my door, threw salt at me, lit a match to either set me or my house on fire, then spoke about undoing the evil that I’d done,” she went on.“Of course, she used the word he and not she, but she was very adamant that she was cursing me.”
“On a Sunday?The Lord’s day?’
“Right?”she squeaked.“Oh, but get this...I got a regular hex, Myer.That’s how little she thinks of me.I got just your random run-of-the-mill curse.You, on the other hand, are in for something a little more special, and it doesn’t even matter to her that I’ve been neighbors with her longer.”
I cocked my head, confused as to why I was getting the special treatment.“Really?”
“She said that Jury believes that you’re what’s standing in my way of becoming enlightened, and so you deserve a harsher punishment,” she explained, and this whole crazy situation really had me wondering if I should move.
“But...what happened to being pure for God?”I asked.“Does God approve of witchcraft?”
“Fuck if I know,” she retorted.“But if I were you, I’d start parking my cars in the garage and checking the break lines each morning.”
Stepping closer to her, I reached out with my free hand, then slid it down her right arm.“Okay, let’s calm down a bit and think this through,” I told her.“Did she manage to finish the curse?’
Calista shook her head.“No, I had so many questions that I couldn’t help but interrupt her.”
“Okay, then you should be good, right?”I said reassuringly.“I mean, how affective could the curse be when it wasn’t completed?”
“She said that she had other curses at her disposal,” she informed me, looking at me pointedly.“Ones that didn’t require my presence.”
“Oh,” I muttered.“I could see how that might be a problem.”
“Look, while I don’t necessarily believe in 1-900 psychic lines, I do believe in bad energy and stuff like that,” she said, looking up at me seriously.“So, I do not need Louise Mackrell’s bad juju invading my personal space.”
“Say the word, and I’ll beat the living snot out of Jury Patton,” I offered.“Since this is all about him, I have no problem shoving his curses up his ass.”
I watched Calista’s shoulders sag as she let out a deep sigh.“No, it’s okay,” she lied.“I don’t want you going to jail for something that no judge in his right mind would believe.”
“Then tell me what you need me to do, baby,” I told her, meaning every word.Whether the curse was real or not, I did not enjoy seeing Calista this worked up over some looney birds across the street.
It was then that she finally realized that I had rushed out of the shower upon her arrival.“Uhm...”Her hand gestured up and down.“I...uhm, I guess you were in the shower.”
“I was,” I confirmed, trying not to laugh at her embarrassed expression.
