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"What was in that witches' brew?" I asked.
Dad was entirely too excited by this development.
"You think it was that witches' brew?" he asked me.
Killian just groaned. "So much noise!"
"I need to get me some," Dad replied. "Can you imagine? If I could hear your mom's clients? Where'd you get it?"
"It was down on Main Street," I replied, seeing where this was going. "The empties are in the backseat of my car. Lacey was passing them out and can tell you where she found them. You know, if she hasn't passed out already."
Dad ran to the hall closet and got his jacket. "Tell your mother I'll be right back."
"Don't you abandon me at her haunted open house!" I hissed.
"I'll be back in just a few minutes," he replied. "She won't even notice I'm gone."
And with that, he dashed out the back door.
"MAGGIE? Where's your father?" asked my mom as she came in with a plate of Pipistrelle's cookies.
"He just ran out for... refreshments..." I said, not wanting her to figure out things were not sitting right with Killian.
"I told him we had a perfectly stocked fridge. Especially since the dead don't drink." She held out a plate to me. I took a cookie and bit into it.
"Um... Mom?" I said.
"What, dear."
"These are terrible."