In any case, there's a terrible aura in this house. For once, listen to me- I am a Wiccan, you know! Don't hold that seance tonight!"Andrea Wallace ha...d always been somewhat reckless, and this seance idea was just her newest, and worst, idea at that. She had shoplifted, committed fraud and blackmail a few times, and finally, cheated on her husband, leading to the confrontation that may well have led to his car wreck. He was normally a very careful driver, so what else could have explained his. It was beginning to look like I might have to make two trips when I heard “I’ll help you Mr. Jones.” Evie was now following me out the back door. I didn’t look back at her and we walked into the garage to get to the wood pile. When I led her between the cars, I turned around abruptly and she ran into me.“You smell nice,” Evie complimented in her irresistible manner.“Blue dress, huh?” I teased in reference to the day before. Evie smiled and giggled. Then she took a step back and dropped her. All the same, her heart was pounding with fear. Or was it excitement? She'd managed to get Paul's attention and that was a victory of sorts. But she knew she was now headed for a fight, and she really, really wasn't in the mood for that right now. Still, she was confident that if she handled it just right, Paul would accept her and be there for her. It may not have made any sense, but with each passing minute of drifting through that maudlin funeral atmosphere she'd grown more and more. I was in my room listening to my friends talk about whatever we talked about back then. I lived alone which most saw as a rare privilege but I was always lonely. Then one of the staff members opened my door and said to report to the principle; Mr. Barlow's office. My friends started ooh'ing saying I was in trouble so I kicked them out. Upon entering Mr. Barlow's office I noticed he was stressed out about something, which he always was when someone gets in trouble. "What's the matter?" I.