“I…” Bette opened her mouth but couldn’t figure out a way of conveying to Alice that she was just a witch, nothing more , nothing less.

“Bette I’m a witch, Carmen and Dana are witches, we’ve never had this kind of effect on anybody.”

“So it’s the potion then.” Bette knew she was reaching with that explanation, but it had to be something. She couldn’t wake up and find out everything that she thought she knew about herself was a lie.

“This is some other world type shit, and to tell you the truth I don’t think we’ll find the answers sitting around here guessing and shit, we need to talk to some people.”

“Where are we going Al?”

“To see a special person.”

　

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“Look at this tramp waltzing in here like she owns the place.” A woman who looked to be no more than mid 40’s said as she walked toward Alice.

“Grace you’re such a bitch, why can’t you be like other people’s grandparents and have cookies and milk waiting for me?”

“Because yo ass should have ate before you got here, this ain’t no damn soup kitchen. Now just what in the hell do you want?”

“Jesus, you’re such a warm and loving bitch.” Alice said as she squeezed a hug from her while popping a piece of fruit into her mouth with a smile. “Look I got a problem, and I was hoping that you could help us out.”

“Nothing new there, quit dancing around the subject and spit it out.”

“Grace it’s a delicate subject alright, I got a friend who’s scared right now and she may need you to act like you have a heart for once. Just try and act like you’re at the very least capable of some sort of compassion.” Alice said as she walked over to the door to let Bette in. She’d told her to stay outside and let her see if Grace was willing to help. Alice poked her head out of the door to see Bette with her head leaned over the railing trying not to get sick for the third time. “Jesus, Bette.” Alice said as she walked out the door to stand beside Bette and rub her back.