Sassy was halfway up the staircase, ready to pounce. Was it just Paul’s imagination or was the angry girl levitating? “Must be a witch,” Paul thought aloud, as he reached for his flask. His vision blurred, creating two more of her. “Okay, three witches.”

Paul took a swig of whiskey. “Now, even though there are three of you,” he slurred, stumbling toward Sassy. “I’ve got to warn you, Chuck Norris is pretty much my bitch.“

“Um, Paul, honey,” Becca started. “You might wanna shut up and run about now.”

Karl’s eyes bulged in anticipation.

“Why? What’re they gonna do stick broomsticks up my ass?” Paul cracked.

With the fury of a three women scorned, Sassy lunged at Paul knocking him back into the hydrangea bush.

“Say my name!” Sassy shrieked, clawing his face. “Say my name one time and I’ll stop! Just say my name!”

“You sure like it rough,” Paul said, before rolling on top of her. “You remind me of somebody. Name’s on the tip of my tongue too. But if I said it, you might stop and we can’t have that.”