I have long realized that I am but a mere mortal and an ant in the grand scheme of things because no one would normally hear my prayers.
But my crow's mouth was something else. Maybe sometimes I should practice the art of choosing the lesser evil.
So that witches don't visit as soon as I think about them.
Like this witch.
Alexa sauntered into view like she was shocked to find us in our own company.
With how she looked at us, you'd think she owned SCC and wasn't just squatting here for one project.
"Mr. Bernard, the staff were asking for you." She smiled like an innocent employee who only knew honest work.
Yeah, sure.
Meanwhile, if my husband's mood were the basis for the weather reports, we'd have torrential rain and thunderstorms. And maybe a hurricane, too, if these people don't stop courting death.
Alexa even puffed up her chest while squaring her shoulders.
She was definitely posturing.
