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“Aunt June is dead.”
          Vivian’s breath caught in her throat, and looked at Jean in disbelief.
          “It’s true,” said Jean answering Vivian’s question. “Levine just came back and told me. He tried to save her, but he got to the scene too late ….”
          Levine was part witch, and part Elvin. He had the ego the size of the world, but he was good at what he did. Except this time he fell short.
          “How?”
          “Car accident.”
          Vivian nodded in understanding, staring very hard at a scratch on the wooden floor.
          “She was our family -”
          “I’m not going to the funeral,” she cut her sister off.
          “Viv-“
          “No! I’m not, that’s it, drop it Jean!”
          Shaking her head disapprovingly, Jean threw the letter in the drawer. “Tell me again, why does Seth want the book?”
          Vivian rubbed her face falling back onto the bed. “He wants to change back, and the book is the only answer. You know that book has the counter curse written somewhere in it. So…. Do you have it?”
          “No.”
          She dropped her hands from her face, peering at her. “What?”
          “I don’t have the book.”
          “Jean, why don’t you have it? Where is it?” She bolted upright, staring wide eyed at her sister.
          Her eyes softened, and she backed away. “I went to visit them…”
          “Visit who?” Vivian questioned.
          “Our family.”
          She had enough, Vivian stood, her eyes sending darts. “Why?” She heard her voice echoing off, and she took a deep breath, asking again in a softer tone.
          “A letter every month for two years! I had to do something, I had to talk to them. I still think they care. I’m sorry you don’t.”
          “I’m not,” she retorted. Her anger rose in her veins at Jean’s calm voice. How could she be so calm about this?
          “Yeah…. Well, I will give you credit. They stole the book.”
          Vivian’s fists clenched but instead of hitting her, she grabbed the nearest pillow off the bed, pounding it over Jean’s head. “How – could – you! You – stupid – stupid – girl! You – idiot!”
          Jean shielded her head with her arms, crouching low. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she yelled.
          Breathing hard short gasps, Vivian dropped the pillow to the floor, sitting back on the bed trying to catch her breath. Her throat was dry and scratchy, and the little saliva she had she couldn’t swallow. Tears began to sting her eyes in anger.
          “Sis…. I am sorry. Really sorry. I should have left the book here, but thought if they read it they would understand, but while I was being welcomed, it was stolen out of my car. I didn’t know until I got home.”
          “You know what they are,” her voice was muffled by her hands. Jean seemed to understand what Vivian was about to say.
          “Yes…. I know, but I thought…. I don’t know what I thought.” She took a seat beside her sister on the bed.
          “We’ll get it back.”
          Jean nodded in agreement. “So, , how is the lady in the fire?
          “Very well, she’s fine.” Looking over at her, Jean quickly added, “and no one saw me.”
          “Akira is a great psychic. Don’t know how we would do without her.”
          A long silence followed. Vivian didn’t know until she looked over at the red luminous clock that it was already two in the morning. Suddenly she felt very tired, and rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hand.
          “I better go get Seth a room….”
          Jean jumped at her words breaking the silence nodding. “Yeah, I need to get some sleep too and Viv, I am sorry. I’m so sorry, I messed up things really bad for all of us.”
          Vivian patted Jean’s shoulder, and walked over to