“The door’s open. Come on in.” Sarah’s voice sounded a little strained but then when didn’t Sarah’s voice sound a little strained. Her younger sister always had some sort of drama swirling around her. Lisa walked in expecting the worst.
“Did you bring the sage?” Sarah was hunkered down between the back wall and the living room couch staring wide-eyed across the room into the small bathroom of her apartment.
“What in heavens name are you doing?” Even for Sarah, this was a bit strange. Lisa followed her sister’s line of vision, “Holy crap! What is going on here!” She climbed over the cushions and back rest of the sofa and joined her sister.
“Well, it started off innocently enough….” Sarah squinted at her as she went into that “don’t tell mom what I did” mode that her older sister was familiar with.
“Sarah! There are … are… ‘things’ flying around by themselves in your bathroom! How is that even possible!” Lisa watched the small vortex of soaps and lotions and make-up as they circled lazily around the small bathroom. “Start talking!” she stared her little sister down, trying to squelch the desire to just make a run for the door.
“I think I upset it. We’d been doing fine up until this morning.”
“It!? It! What is IT and why is it upset?” Lisa’s voice was a high-pitched whisper. She didn’t want to upset “It” anymore than it already was.