Page 156 of Clinically Bewitched
“Then we’ll learn together.”
“How?”
“I don’t know! But I have six properties lined up for viewing this weekend and Athena can’t come because she’s too pregnant, and I need someone to help me assess spiritual energy or cosmic resonance or whatever the hell good vibes are.”
More laughter.
“I hate all of you,” I said.
“No, you don’t,” Winnie said. “You need us. Which is why we’re all going house hunting this weekend.”
“We are?” Gabriel asked.
“We are,” she confirmed. “Because Julien is going to have a breakdown if we don’t help him, and I don’t have time to manage another breakdown.”
“I’m not going to have a breakdown.”
“Your left eye is twitching.”
“That’s unrelated.”
“It’s absolutely related,” Hayden said. “But fine. We’ll help. This is going to be entertaining.”
“My suffering is not entertainment.”
“It absolutely is,” Fitz said cheerfully. “When do we start?”
“Saturday. Ten AM. First property.”
“I’ll bring popcorn,” Hayden said.
“This isn’t a show.”
“It absolutely is.”
Vivian arrived at my apartment Saturday morning with coffee and a smirk that suggested she knew exactly how this day was going to go. “I heard you need help finding a house with good vibes,” she said.
“Who told you?”
“Nathan called me. Said this was going to be the most entertaining thing he has witnessed all year and I shouldn’t miss it.”
“I’m surrounded by sadists.”
“You’re surrounded by people who love you,” she corrected. “And who are deeply amused by your suffering.”
“Same thing.”
She laughed and handed me a coffee. “So what’s the plan?”
“Six houses. Six different neighborhoods. All meet my criteria for square footage, bedrooms, location, school district, and budget.”
“And vibes?”
“That’s what you’re all here to help with.”
“Julien, I don’t know what good vibes means.”
“Neither do I, but we’re going to have to figure it out.”
