“Whew!” Tim muttered, breathing in the heavy, noxious smell of rotting garbage. “What kind of nasty stuff is
Paul's family tossing out?”
Holding his breath, Tim peered deeper into the garbage can and began hesitantly brushing decaying debris away
from the center of the mound of trash in the can.
“C'mon,” he whispered. “Where is it?”
After two or three minutes of frantic, filthy, dirty digging, Tim finally discovered the spellbook.
“Let's just hope the reverse spell hasn't been smudged by coffee grounds or something,” he muttered shuffling
back to Evelyn's Cadillac. “Now let's get out of here, before somebody sees me talking to myself like this.”
Tim cautiously drove back to Evelyn's house, parked her car, and went back inside her home, clutching tightly
the old, leather bound spell book he knew was his only hope of ever escaping the old woman's life.
“My clothes are a mess now,” he muttered once inside in the house. Standing in front of a mirror in Evelyn's
hallway, he saw the disheveled reflection of a dirty, wild-haired, crazy looking old woman dressed in filthy,
garbage-stained old lady clothes.
“I look like a bag lady now,” Tim said with a sigh. “It's a good thing Evelyn's daughter and her kids aren't
here. They'd think I've lost my marbles and have me committed for sure.”
What next?