Bad Spell

Eventually, the latest storm of weeping calmed enough to get some of the story.

“There’s this boy… at school… he’s cute and strong and tall and dark-haired and…”

“Spunky?” asked Merryl.

“Umm, yeah, if you’re 50!” said Monica with a touch of the usual attitude, “Anyway, he didn’t like me, so I put a love spell on him, only it went…”

More sobbing ensued.

“Horribly wrong?” said Kyle, getting into the finishing-sentences thing.

Monica nodded and blew her nose loudly.

“He… came up to my room and he – and I didn’t want to – but he said he had to, and he… he did it ANYWAYYYYYY!!!” she wailed.

“Oh, honey!” Merryl said, grabbing her for a hug. “I’m so sorry, darling, that’s terrible! Are you OK now? Have you seen a doctor?”

Monica shook her head.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered.



  1. YIKES!!!!!!

  2. Hey, nice makeover of the blog.

  3. Jayne – Yup!

    Rodger – Thanks 🙂 It’s been a big effort, but worth it, I think.

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