came soon enough. With the possible exception of Donovan,
everybody did have lives and without school or work to get in
the way, everybody did their thing and nobody got hurt. Molly
sent Claude to tail Troy on occasion, but there was little to
report. Troy spent all of June splitting time between Kurt,
Kathryn, and all the DVD box sets he had received for Christmas
and never got around to watching.
Regardless of how everybody killed time, when the first Saturday
after Independence Day arrived, all four recruits were anxious
to get going. Only two of them were actually at the designated
meeting point at the designated time, however, and Troy kept his
distance from Donovan in front of the Pearson residence. Kathryn
being absent was one thing; Troy would have thought the Pearsons
themselves would be on time walking out their front door.
tugged on the collar of his shirt; one would have called it a
beautiful clear summer day if one was looking out the window of
their air-conditioned home. Troy looked over at Donovan, amazed
that he was still standing in his black turtleneck and jeans.
Donovan's fashion sense, as it turned out, was one of the many
reasons Blaine specialized in air magic. The minion silently
cast streams of cold air upon Donovan, trying not to faint from
heat exhaustion himself.
day to stand outside and wait, isn't it?” Kathryn said as she
approached. Her attire was much more weather-conscious,
consisting of a white tank top, blue shorts and a Cincinnati
took notice to the large duffel bag slung around her shoulder,
the only luggage she had brought. “Is that all you've got?” he
They got washing machines there, right?”
thought I kept it pretty light,” Troy replied, glancing at the
suitcase sitting on the grass behind him.
bad. What's Donovan got?”
didn't bother noting Donovan's luggage. Instead she saw his
personal fan and drifted over there. “Oh, oh, Blaine! Buddy!”
saw Kathryn, but tried to ignore her as he kept fanning Donovan.
hit me with that too?” Kathryn asked.
your own minion,” Donovan muttered.
Blaine, just a little.” Facing Blaine, she tugged the front of
her shirt suggestively. “Right down Main Street. You'll get a
good view out of it.”
front door of the house opened, interrupting them. Everyone
except Donovan watched the doorway attentively as Renee emerged
pulling a large luggage cart behind her. She wore a fancy white
blouse with a bluish silver ribbon around the neck, along with a
black skirt. Renee rolled the cart out to the sidewalk, smiled
at Donovan and Blaine, then frowned when she saw Kathryn.
sure it's okay to wear something like that?” Renee asked.
stared back cluelessly. “What, the Reds aren't doing that
scoffed. “Maybe for a team with only two starting pitchers and
an iffy closer. But that's not what I mean. I just think it's a
bit... casual. I don't know if there's a dress code or anything,
but uh... you know.”
Frowning, Kathryn loudly replied, “Well sorry, but I left my
Catholic schoolgirl jumper at my ex-boyfriend's.”
successfully scared off Renee, who distanced herself from
Kathryn. Troy, on the other hand, walked up to Kathryn.
Uncertainly, he said, “You're being sarcastic, right?”
Kathryn's face erupted into a broad smile. To leave no doubt,
she boasted, “Naw, Brad was totally into that!”
looked away in disgust and saw Renee standing on the curb and
facing the street. She was making some strange arm motions- holding one
clenched hand at her waist, then lifting her arm out until her
thumb pointed at the mailbox across the street. Her other arm
flew gracefully and aimlessly on the other side. Whatever she
was doing, Troy was mesmerized by the elegance of her movements.
A smile crept on his face; he now understood why Molly was so
adamant in keeping them apart as one look at Renee brought it
on his shoulder startled him. In a lowered voice, Kathryn said,
“Speaking of unnatural arousals, strange that Molly isn't here
to keep you and Renee separated. Wonder where she is.”
According to Troy's watch, it was twenty minutes to ten. “Yeah,
we're supposed to leave in five minutes,” he said.
as well say something to her then.” Kathryn looked around
cautiously. “Just hope Molly doesn't have a sniper planted.”
continued her motions, oblivious to the discussion and wearing a
downright delirious smile. Troy took a deep breath and asked,
“Is that your trigger?”
smiled at him and answered, “No. I'm just practicing my wand
technique.” Now facing Troy, she did the motion again, pointing
the 'wand' in his direction and adding a whooshing sound for
closed his eyes, suddenly uplifted and grinning madly.
that spell was a bit strong,” Kathryn said, snapping her fingers
in front of Troy's face. Still addressing Renee, she continued,
“Hey, if Molly's running late, can we go inside and cool off?”
already asked. Molly said no,” Renee replied.
called her a couple minutes ago. She said she's arranging the
transportation and she'll be here soon.”
exactly are we getting there?” Troy asked.
didn't say. Guess it's a surprise...” Suddenly giddy, Renee
turned back to the street and started bouncing up and down on
her toes. “I hope it's something cool, like a flying bus or a
hovering train or a mystical caravan of wandering wizards...”
wasn't listening. He was busy watching Renee's skirt bounce up
and down... up and down... up and down... the skirt was short
but not short enough. Still, his thoughts instinctively made him
look around to see if Claude was watching.
moment, Troy caught sight of their transportation to the
academy. Amazingly, one of Renee's guesses was correct: sure
enough, along came a caravan.
pulled up to the curb in front of them, the passenger side
window rolled down. Alone in the driver's seat, and operating
the power windows, was Molly. She removed her sunglasses and
glared at Renee, Kathryn and Troy.
in,” she barked.
It wasn't even a
particularly new Caravan. The simple, uninspiring interior
lacked any of today's frivolous luxuries: no built-in TV, GPS
navigation, nor enough foldaway space to entertain the backseat
passengers with a foosball table. Coffee stains dotted the
carpet and the idling engine revved some distinct percussion
that wasn't quite a problem, yet was far-removed from healthy.
This vehicle had clearly been built before the minivan became
the epitome of suburban cliché.
Renee looked inside,
pretending to be impressed. “Where'd you get this?”
“I borrowed it from
Claude,” Molly replied, “Doubtful that the four of you would fit
in my Saturn.”
“You could put Troy in
the trunk,” Renee said with a smile. Molly opened her mouth, but
Renee held up a finger and interrupted, even more chipper. “You
thought about it; I know you did!”
“Speaking of which, pop
the rear end.” Kathryn had already walked to the back of the
van. “With all of Renee's junk, there still may not be enough
Molly sighed. “Right...
luggage,” she muttered, turning off the engine. She stepped out
and walked around. “Everybody put your things on the sidewalk.”
Troy, Kathryn and Renee
did. They had to wait for Blaine and Bryce to lug Donovan's
steamer trunk onto the pile. Upon releasing it, both minions sat
on it and slumped over.
Molly began to gesture
for a spell, but paused and turned to them. “Bryce, where's that
crystal of yours?”
Bryce silently reached
into his pocket and handed it to her.
“You two might want to
move,” Molly said, barely giving them a chance to as she began
swinging the crystal in front of her. Bryce and Blaine got out
of the way as she swiped the crystal horizontally. The whole
“Now we can go,” she
declared, tossing the crystal back to Bryce and taking a step
towards the Caravan.
“You don't mind us
tagging along, right?” Bryce asked.
Molly glared at him.
“Are you in my unit?”
“Uh... sort of...”
“No, you're not.
Therefore I am not obligated to provide transportation.”
The only other word
spoken was Renee's cry of “shotgun!” but Donovan had already
claimed the front seat while Molly was losing the luggage. Renee
instead settled for the middle row opposite Troy, while Kathryn
stretched out in a back seat clearly designed to hold three.
Molly started the van up
again and pulled out into traffic. Bryce and Blaine watched them
drive off into the distance.
“I hope Donovan doesn't
call for us while they're moving,” Blaine said.
“Oh God, I hate when he
does that!” Bryce concurred.
The group didn't get
far. Molly froze at one of the major intersections in town.
Left? Straight? Right? U-Turn? In spite of her intense
preparation for the journey, successfully navigating her way out
of L. B. Gould was one major oversight. In response, she glared
at the street sign hanging overhead, next to the green
Cautiously, she mumbled,
“I... think we go...”
A car honked behind her.
Kathryn turned around and waved at it. Its driver gave her the
finger, then several fingers encouraging her to stop holding up
“Nothing pisses people
off like an idiot in a minivan,” Kathryn mused, “So far I'm
having more fun than I thought I would.”
“You do know how to get
there, right?” Renee asked Molly.
Molly gritted her teeth.
“In principle.” Desperate for some clues, and sorely missing the
navigation system on her own car, she found an omen and
immediately plowed through the intersection as the light turned
“We need gas,” she
announced, glancing again at the needle teasing the 'E.'
Pulling into the station
was another cause for embarrassment as Molly braked, jolted and
hesitantly maneuvered the Caravan around the maze of cars
bellying up to the bar for a drink.
“A lot bigger than the
Saturn, isn't it?” Renee teased as Molly finally stopped in
front of a pump.
“Shut up,” Molly
replied, “Donovan, make yourself useful and get the map out of
the glove compartment.”
“Br-” Donovan started.
“Never mind!” Molly
angrily reached over and pulled it out herself.
After selecting her
options at the pump and inserting Nozzle A into Slot B (harder
than it seems, as Slot B was on the opposite side of the
vehicle), she finally got around to unfolding the map.
Thankfully, the bottomless pit of a gas tank gave her ample time
to orient herself. She re-entered and restarted the car with
more confidence and pulled out.
“What were you looking
for?” Renee asked.
“The fastest way to get
“The academy's in
Columbus?” Troy asked.
“No!” Molly shouted,
annoyed that Troy had spoken. “It's in Indiana.”
“Wait... Indiana?” Renee
repeated, mildly disgusted.
Kathryn leaned forward.
“Really? Big, fancy academy that teaches all that magic crap?
And it's in Indiana??”
“Is there a problem with
Renee and Kathryn opened
their mouths, but nothing emerged for a long time. Finally
Kathryn shrugged and said, “Eh, I liked Hoosiers.”
“But wait, why are you
going to Columbus?” Renee asked.
by now, Molly replied, “It's the fastest way to get on I-70,
“Yeah, but you should go
through Chillicothe to get to Indiana. A couple back roads gets
you there, then it's smooth sailing to Dayton.”
Molly raised an eyebrow,
resisting the urge to turn around. “And... when was the last
time you went to Indiana?”
Renee giggled nervously
as Troy and Kathryn looked at her. Even Donovan turned around,
awaiting the answer.
Eyes on her twiddling
thumbs and a little bashful, she answered, “Gen Con.”
Kathryn shook her head
and laid down. Troy and Donovan faced forward again, neither
willing to respond. The van was silent for several moments until
Molly said, “So what's the best way to get to Chillicothe from
When Claude lent Molly
the van, he had neglected to mention one tiny detail: the radio
was broken. For the first part of the trip, Molly barely
noticed. Being the no-nonsense, uptight bitch that she was,
music was not a major concern as she navigated some
randomly-numbered highway on Renee's improvised route, all the
while trying to get a feel for the vehicle.
Hours later, however,
any threat of them getting lost and abducted by deviant Ohio
hillbillies had subsided and they were cruising along major
highways at speeds well above the posted limits. As it was
useless for Molly to make any attempt at conversation with her
co-pilot Donovan, she grew bored in a hurry. Few circumstances
would ever make Molly wish to “rock out” in public, but she
needed tunes and fast.
A quick glance into her
rear-view mirror revealed the solution: both Troy and Renee had
brought their own entertainment. Renee was lost in whichever DS
game she was playing, while Troy had the foresight to bring his
MP3 player. Kathryn, incidentally, was dozing in the backseat
while Donovan seemed perfectly content with sitting upright and
facing forward with his arms folded.
“Troy!” she shouted. As
he cowered and looked up, she reached back. “Give me that iPod!”
After a brief moment of
hesitation, and debate over whether to mention that it was a
different brand of MP3 player, Troy slowly handed it over.
Renee said, “Oh, Molly,
you can use mine if you want. I'm not using it.”
As she drove with one
hand, Molly set the device on her lap and replied, “Knowing what
you listen to, I'll take my chances with Monroe's.”
“Hey, Renee, I'll take
it,” Kathryn blurted, apparently awake, “I'm bored to death back
While Renee retrieved
her iPod (brand name and everything) from her purse and handed
it to Kathryn, Molly began casting a spell on Troy's machine.
“Uh... what are you
doing?” Troy whimpered.
Molly said, completing the spell and setting Troy's headphones
on the dashboard. “I'm not wearing headphones while driving.”
She fiddled with the
contraption for another minute, all the while recklessly passing
cars on the highway, then perched the MP3 player in the van's
Donovan smirked. “And
now we humiliate Troy and his taste in music.”
Molly cracked a faint
smile, although she knew better than to give Donovan the
satisfaction of having someone agree with him.
The joke was on them,
however. Fearing such an inquiry by the student council, Troy
had already swept through his playlist and took out anything
indicating any trace of personality or insubordination toward
the mainstream. Being constantly monitored by someone like
Claude for three months tends to make one slightly paranoid. In
this case, Troy's neurosis proved beneficial to him as neither
Molly nor Donovan found anything objectionable with his mix of
radio-appropriate rock, classic hits from decades past to
maintain some sanity, and a little hot country to back it up.
As Molly nodded along to
whichever Nickelback song was playing, Troy sighed in relief.
For once, he had managed to not piss her off and foolishly
considered that a good omen for the weeks to come.
“What the hell?!” On the
other hand, Kathryn whipped off her headphones and shoved
Renee's iPod back to its owner. “What language was that in?!”
she asked Renee.
Renee blushed and
chuckled nervously as she checked the screen. She calmed down
once she saw it.
“Oh! This is in German,”
she said, smiling suddenly, “You scared me there. I thought it
was something embarrassing.”
The power of music
propelled them through the flat and uninteresting terrain of
western Ohio and into the even flatter and equally uninteresting
terrain of eastern Indiana. Anyone who could fall asleep did at
some point, and Molly was seriously tempted to try to enchant
the van into driving itself so she could steal a nap.
Thankfully, the best part about long trips is that they
eventually end, although it wasn't until mid-afternoon that the
Caravan had reached its destination.
As excited as she was to
get there, Renee was less than thrilled at the location. Her
anticipation had grown and grown as they pulled off the
interstate, reached a boiling point as Molly made those last
decisive turns, then spilled over and scalded her as they
entered what was unmistakably a military base. While Molly
settled the van behind a line of vehicles at the security gate,
Renee tried to find something magical about this. All she saw
were crops of identical-looking barracks, uniformed servicemen
everywhere, and a particularly disheartening sign identifying it
quite clearly as a United States Armed Forces military
“We're not joining the
Army, are we?” Renee asked, not hiding her worry.
“No,” Molly said,
unsympathetic, “This is just cover.”
The cars ahead of her
proceeded through the checkpoint very swiftly. Molly barely had
time to get a clearance badge out of her bag before she was
forced to move forward.
“This looks like a real
Army base to me,” Renee said.
Molly scoffed. “It is.
We just use its security points to keep out unwanted visitors.”
She pulled up to the
guard post. Before Molly could show the guard her clearance, he
waved her along, not looking up from his magazine. Molly sped
“They do this job well,”
Renee said, nodding.
Molly drove through and
seemingly beyond the military base, past a wooded area that
seemed to mark the base's boundary. There was no checkpoint on
the other end, however, just a gate with a small sign on the
left reading “Thank you for serving our country; please come
The next attraction on
the tour was the ridiculously large parking lot that suddenly
began the moment they exited the woods. Around this point,
Kathryn and Troy woke up and immediately wondered if all this
talk about going to a magical academy was actually some coded
message for a trip to Disneyland. In the distance, two tall
buildings, about ten stories each, jutted out from the horizon
to at least offer some hope that they were going somewhere.
Molly drove forward
enough to find the closest spot that didn't require scouting
equipment. She parked, they they all got out, and they all
stretched. They were going to need those legs to survive the
walk to the academy's entrance.
“Are you sure there's a
magic school down there?” Renee said.
Molly didn't answer. She
just kept on walking.
About five minutes into
the trek, a boy appeared in front of them. Everyone but Molly
stopped to watch him pop open his trunk. That essentially forced
Molly to stop as well. The boy grabbed an overnight bag, slung
it around his shoulder and looked at them.
“Freshmen, huh? Enjoy
the walk!” he mocked, before slapping his upper arm twice and
classmates,” Kathryn muttered as the group started walking
“Why aren't we
teleporting?” Donovan asked.
“Yeah...” Renee walked
up to Molly, “I'm assuming you can teleport.”
“Yes,” Molly replied
“And I'm guessing they
made this lot so freaking huge because they expect us to
“Yes,” Molly replied.
“So why don't we?”
“I don't feel like it,”
Molly replied, refusing to even consider it. And after just a
moment of silence, she shouted, “Don't even think about it,
Donovan glared at Molly,
set his arms down and continued the march.
journey was long and arduous, but they eventually made it to the
registration center. A sign overhead welcomed them to 'MST
Training Academy, Central U.S. Campus.' Everybody knew it as
I burned more calories on that walk than I did all of last
month,” Troy moaned.
didn't think it was so bad,” Kathryn replied, smiling boastfully
bothering to make sure the other four were following her (and
they weren't), Molly walked up to a registration desk to check
in. The four new recruits took in as much of the academy as they
could, which wasn't a lot. The registration center was just
that- a place for clueless freshmen to check in and hope to find
some idea of what to do next. As such, the lobby was packed with
students who were just as lost and just as unable to draw some
opinion of this place.
returned with a sets of folders and preprinted name tags. She
immediately threw out the tags and handed everyone a folder.
Before they could open it, she walked away, motioning for them
in here?” Kathryn asked, looking at the label on the folder:
'Kathryn Santos- D202.4.'
turning around, Molly replied, “Campus map, class schedule,
token letter from the chancellor and an appointment to go figure
out what your trigger is.”
we already know it?” Troy asked, thinking it was an innocent
question. He had thought wrong, as Molly spun around and glared
she could say anything to point out his mistake, two students,
both in their late teens, walked up to him. The girl smiled
brightly and got uncomfortably close to Troy. “You already know
your trigger?” she asked.
something cool!” the boy added.
stepped between them and Troy, scowling at the strangers. Both
shirked back as she said, “Just because he knows his trigger
doesn't mean he can do anything with it.” She turned around on
her heels and commanded, “Let's go!”
followed her out of the building and into the main campus of
Central Academy. As Molly sped up, Renee ran up to her. “Hey,
Molly... is something wrong? You seem kinda... grouchy today.”
grumbled, but answered truthfully. “I'm not having a good day,
Renee. I hate that van, we didn't get my first choice of dorm
and you're all here three years ahead of schedule.”
Naturally, Renee picked up on the most dire of her sister's
complaints: “Choice of dorm? What do you mean?”
mind. It's not a big deal.”
shrugged it off and did her best to appreciate Central, despite
its sleep-inducing moniker. While it had all the makings of a
perfectly legitimate college campus, that was also its greatest
flaw. As Molly led them past what was apparently the student
union, Renee found little that could be considered
architecturally interesting. Even the students killing time
outside weren't helping; almost everybody was reading, talking
or playing catch with such mundane items as frisbees or
footballs. She did spy a few slackers in front of the union
playing some telekinetic version of hacky-sack, but not
particularly well. In all, Renee couldn't help but feel a little
know, I was expecting something a lot different,” she said to
anyone within earshot, “It looks nice and all but it's kinda...
boring.” Renee walked alongside her sister and continued, “I
mean, something like this you'd expect a little more flair. You
answered firmly, without even a glance at Renee. “We didn't come
here to appreciate the aesthetics. We came here to learn magic.”
I know!” Renee threw up her hands. “I'm just saying that there
should be a few little quirks here and there to get kids in the
mood. You know, a dark tower or two, some gargoyles... maybe
some flying buttresses on the library...”
were you expecting, Notre Dame? We're in Indiana, for Christ's
one of those points that seemed easy enough to argue against,
yet rendered everybody completely silent. Renee looked back at
the hacky-sack players, who gave up on using their minds and
resumed the traditional method of kicking the sack with their
feet. Upon first impact, it exploded. That made Renee smile.
The five of them
silently crossed the campus to their designated residence hall.
Like most of the residencies at Central, this dorm was four
stories tall and had the same distinct design. The walls on the
two longest sides were curved in a series of windowed
semi-circles going in and out of the brick exterior, as if each
dorm was once a perfectly-typical block until a humongous
crimping iron swept through and made a mess of everything.
Either way, up close this dorm was the neatest thing Renee had
come across yet and besides its location at the exact opposite
end of the parking lot, she struggled to see why Molly didn't
care for it.
“So what's wrong with
this dorm?” Renee asked.
Molly replied, “But you know how it is- certain dorms carry
“And?” Renee was
suddenly very interested.
“This is considered the,
um...” Molly cleared her throat, then mumbled under her breath,
While Renee tried to
decide what to make of that, Kathryn slapped her hands together.
“Sweet,” she said.
“Don't get your hopes
up. It's all rumors and unfounded chatter.”
Renee gave up and looked
around the building's facade for some identification. “What's
the name of the hall?”
Now Renee turned livid.
This dorm was first fun thing she had seen and it didn't even
have a fancy name? Renee considered that a birthright to any
upstanding building and immediately protested.
“D?! As in the letter
D?” Molly nodded. “You're telling me our dorm doesn't even have
Molly rolled her eyes.
“It's a long story.”
It was true, however;
none of the eight dorms at Central Academy had official names,
instead going simply by the letters A-H. When the academy
opened, the plan was to name them after alumni that had made
significant contributions to the MST (or significant
contributions to the academy's research fund), and had a last
name corresponding to one of the eight letters. Yes, Central did
have its share of notable/rich graduates, however their names
were astoundingly disproportionate towards the latter half of
The other problem the
academy ran into was that many alumni were stubbornly loyal to
the hall they had stayed at. When one longtime donor by the name
of Ernest Engleberger was asked to be the namesake for Hall E,
he vehemently opposed the idea because, according to him,
'that's where all the fatties stay.'
Inside Hall D, the first
floor was a reminder that this was move-in day and everyone who
wasn't fluent in magic was certainly fluent in the ribald
vocabulary they were often using as they waited ten minutes for
an elevator. For as long as guardians trained for their role,
Molly found it completely inadequate at preparing for the first
day. In fact, she had only discovered the complementary baggage
transport a couple weeks earlier. Judging by the number of kids
trying to get luggage carts, televisions and computer monitors
through the elevator, most guardians had not read their packets
as thoroughly as Molly had.
Molly enjoyed a stifled
chuckle at their expense and headed for the stairs. They were
only on the second floor, which meant avoiding the trouble of
teleporting for all but the truly lazy. On that floor, she found
the correct unit number- 202. She grasped the doorknob, then
stopped and turned to the others.
“This is important- you
have to grab the handle like this, then pull down, then push
in.” She demonstrated; the door opened.
“Yeah, we got those at
home. They're called doors,” Kathryn deadpanned.
unfazed: “The handle will only open if it's grasped by a hand
belonging to one of us five. So you can't use your elbows, feet,
head or telekinesis. Understand?”
The other four ignored
her and pushed her into the first, and largest, room of the
unit. The commons was a shared room that served all general
needs in an efficient, although slightly cramped, manner.
Although the decor was sparse with an inoffensively light red
carpet and no effort to spruce up the brick wall, the
furnishings weren't bad. The room had a large couch and two
living room chairs facing an empty stand (apparently for housing
a TV, which wasn't included). Near that was a rectangular table
with five desk chairs neatly pushed into it- a group study area.
Closest to the exit were doors leading to a private bathroom and
a small kitchenette. The other five doors arching across the
room led to five individual bedrooms.
Troy, at least, was
impressed. “This is good. I can live here. And we each get a
“Yes, thank God,” Molly
Kathryn saw the bathroom
and pointed at the room next to it. “Dibs on that one.”
“Rooms are preassigned,”
Molly said, retrieving a folder that contained the room
Instead of waiting,
Kathryn walked up to the door of the coveted bedroom and saw a
nameplate identifying it as Troy's. “Aw, this one's yours, Troy.
“Nope,” Troy said,
smiling as he approached.
“Dying to learn that
'see through walls' spell now, huh?” Kathryn nudged him as he
went inside. Troy stumbled and tripped over his suitcase, which
had been dropped on the floor next to his bed.
Molly pointed to the
room on the opposite end, next to the kitchen. “Kathryn, you're
in that room, Donovan- you're next to her...” She skipped the
center bedroom- a larger suite reserved for the guardian. “And
Renee...” She ended up pointing at the room adjacent to Troy's.
Her arm fell and she
grumbled, “Want to switch?”
“Nope!” Renee replied
cheerfully as she checked out her digs. She froze immediately
and screamed as soon as she did.
Rushing to her side,
Molly saw that Renee's massive luggage cart did not handle the
trip well at all. Every pocket was unzipped and her clothes,
books and personal items had all spilled out to various (and in
some cases, physically impossible to reach) places across the
bedroom. Like all delivery services, the complimentary magic
move-in program had a small percentage of 'exceptions,' as they
were called. It was a polite way to describe utterly violating
the parcel before it reached its destination.
Renee fell to her knees.
Exasperated, she moaned, “It's going to take me hours to sort
through all this.”
Molly peeked into
Renee's closet and saw a bra fastened to a coat hanger. She
unhooked it and tried to give it to her sister, but Renee was
too distraught to accept it. So Molly threw it on the floor and
started to walk out.
Patting Renee on the
shoulder, Molly, as any sympathetic sister would do, smirked and
said, “Welcome to Central, Renee.”