Page 154 of Clinically Bewitched
I stopped.
She was smiling.
“We’ll find something,” she said. “The universe will provide.”
How is she smiling? We need to buy a house. In approximately three weeks. Before three babies arrive. This is not a smiling situation. The universe, I thought grimly,has provided nothing but chaos, triplets, and a crippling real estate crisis.
But I didn’t say that because I was still trying.
“I’ll start researching properties,” I said.
“Of course you will.”
“I’ll create a spreadsheet of requirements—”
“Naturally.”
“—and we can begin viewings this weekend.”
“Perfect.” She kissed my cheek. “But, Julien?”
“Yes?”
“The house has to have good vibes.”
I stared at her.
“Good... vibes?”
Blinked.
Stared some more.
“Yes.”
“What does that mean?”
“You know. Good energy. Positive spiritual resonance. The right feeling.”
“The rightfeeling.”
“Exactly!”
“Athena, I need concrete criteria. Square footage, number of bedrooms, location, school district, proximity to hospitals, crime statistics, property tax rates.”
“And vibes,” she said firmly. “I’m not living somewhere that doesn’t feel right.”
“How do I measure vibes?”
“You don’t measure them. You feel them.”
“I don’t feel things. I assess them logically.”
“Then you’re going to have to learn.” She paused, her hand on her stomach. “And, Julien? I can’t go with you.”
“What?”
“I’m thirty-seven weeks pregnant with triplets. Dr. Morrison said no unnecessary travel. You’re going to have to find the house without me.”
