Chapter 88

I stomped on Bernadette's brakes and squealed us to a stop. "My phone number? I'm supposed to call myself?"

"Well...you would be the one I'd call."

"Studmuffin, what is happening? None of this makes any sense. I have no reason to call myself, because hello," - I jabbed a finger at my chest - "I'm right here."

"True..." A studious frown crossed my familiar's furry little face. "It is odd, isn't it?"

"Very. If this is how confusing my life is going to be from now on, imagine trying to stay focused on college classes at the same time. I can't do weird and serious. There will definitely be a brain apocalypse if my life continues like this."

He patted my knee with his white murder mitten. "I would say after almost thirty-six years of being a witch, you've mastered the combination of weird and serious. It comes with the territory."

"The territory of what? Being a grown-up witch?"

He nodded.