Monica put down the bags of groceries with a grunt of exhaustion. Too many cans and frozen items, nodded Maxwell sagaciously.
“Thank you for that thoughtful insight, Max!” Monica snapped at him. “I’ve about had it up to hear with you and your…” She paused to think of the right word. “Er… Your observations. That it! Your catty observations .” Her arm waved vaguely at the brown paper bags on her new table from Sears.
Your abilities as a witch have grown to stellar proportions. Everybody in Hell is talking about it. Maxwell allowed the hint of a smile to cross his face. And I mean everybody!
