She was as distressed as I was. Maybe extra. I wiggled my straw through my milkshake, staring off, lost in contemplation. We were at the Hamburger Shack eating and trying to understand what happened to me. Karsen was sure I was possessed by some demons. And I was trying to think of any justification other than the fact. The fact being that Slade and Kidd were witches. I didn’t know the first thing about explaining this to anyone. This wasn’t something easy to divulge. “Maybe you should see a doctor,” Karsen suggested. She dragged a French fry through her ketchup, biting it in half. “Nightmares,” I muttered, going back to witches. Karsen dropped her chin down into her palm. “Yeah, but what if it’s something more. What if you’re housing a giant tumor or something? I swear you looked like you were seizing. And how do you explain the claw marks?” I sighed. “I just got a physical for school. It’s not a tumor,” I said, in my best Arnold imitation.
