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"Sounds like ... fun."
"It was not without challenge, but it left one with the feeling of having accomplished relatively little of consequence at an overwhelming moral price. And, as you might imagine, ultimately, not much fun. I eventually started arguing the case for a more equitable division of assets, with needs-driven interest rates and financial aid for those experiencing a temporary downturn in fortunes. My father, of course, disagreed, but was ultimately unable to sway my beliefs and I soon stopped playing with him. An early sign of things to come, I fear."
I laughed and shook my head. "So, you don't play Monopoly any more, I'm guessing."
"It wasn't my game."
"What is your game? What do you like to do when you're not saving the world?"
He finished off his cookie. "Games have never been my forte. Sports even less so. I am, however, reasonably proficient at poker. I bluff quite well, a skill that has made me a few dollars when the need arose."
I grinned. "I can imagine that."
"How about you?"
"Not big on the sports, either. I do like games, though. Anything that's fun. Pool's a favorite."
His brows went up. "Pool?"
"What? I don't strike you as the pool shark type? Pool's great. Helps me build up concentration and precision for spell-casting. If you can sink a shot in a noisy pool hall, with friends trying to spoil your shot and with a few bottles of beer swimming through your system, then you can cast a spell under the worst circumstances."
"That makes sense. I'll admit, I could use more practice spell-casting under adverse conditions. Do you find--"
A shrill whistle cut him short. He frowned, then looked in the direction of the sound, through the kitchen doorway and toward the answering machine on the counter.
"It appears your overloaded machine has finally surrendered," he said.
I pushed myself to my feet as the machine whistled again. "That's not it."
I walked into the kitchen and turned up the volume.
"Paige! Pick up!" Adam's shout reverberated through the kitchen. "You don't answer, I'm going to assume the worst and catch the next plane--"
I lifted the receiver.
"Good excuse," I said. "I'm sure you can very well guess why I'm not answering the phone."
"Because you're overwhelmed and understaffed ... or under-friended."
" Under-friended?"
"Lacking the support of friends. There should be a word for that. Point is, you could obviously use my help."
; "To do what, answer the phone? Hold on."
I covered the mouthpiece and turned to Cortez, who was still in the living room.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I really should take this. I'll be back in a few minutes."
I took the phone to my room and told Adam what was going on. I didn't tell him about the grimoires. If I had, I can imagine his response. I'd tell him that I might have finally unlocked the secrets of true witch magic and he'd have said something like: "Whoa, that's great, way to go, Paige ... oh, and that reminds me, I finally got my Jeep to stop making that knocking noise." Adam is a great guy, and a wonderful friend, but there are things in my life he just doesn't get.
We chatted until I heard the distant ding of the oven timer.
"Whoops," I said. "Lost track of time. Dinner's ready. I have to go."
"You sure you don't need me?"
