After she left, I began to think. What if she had been lying? What if she came back on Monday with "friends" who would try to kill me and take the ring or something?
It was easy enough to test it.
"If the woman who was just here is planning a double-cross, I wish she'd be back in front of me, right now, but only at HALF of her size," I said. "And I wish no one would see her disappear from the street."
Just like that, Brittany was standing in front of me again. She wasn't quite three feet tall, and her clothes were so big, they soon slid off of her.
She looked up at me with a combination of fear, rage, and disbelief.