The White Witch, as the twins now referred to Faith, had exacted revenge upon them in a truly terrible fashion. After Rusty covered her in enough flour to make her look like a school child dressing up as a ghost for Halloween, Faith decided stooping to their level was the only way to get their attention.

“Oh, no, darlings,” Faith had said, leaning forward, an evil smile on her face. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Faith exacted her revenge by giving them simultaneous wedgies.

These weren’t normal wedgies either.

She lifted Matthew and Rusty above her shoulder-level by their underwear and only stopped when she feared their screams might draw too much undue attention from the neighbors. If she’d been thinking, she’d have restrained them for the night while she had the chance.

A mistake is a mistake no matter how you try to paint it.

After a brief respite, the twins returned to form, in fact they went beyond their norm and created new levels of mischief.

Faith feared that she had become their muse.