It was night, Deacon was at Charlie's now. I've wondered what those two do together. They are very different from each other. I mean, Deacon barely socialized in school because of how awkward he is. Charlie, oh how he loved to talk to people. He has a small friend group himself. They are at least friendly towards Deacon. He gets that from his father. His awkwardness. I have no idea how Dale became a doctor with how awkward he is. Deacon likes to hide his nose in the books that I get him. I don't care what he reads. I wasn't as good as him when I was a teen, and he's grown. My son, twenty years old. It makes me feel old.
Once he can secure a job at the hospital, maybe the same one as his father. How wonderful that would be.
Human doctors are only good for the money. Witch doctors are better. I remember talking to a witch centuries ago, she studied humans back in the 1800s, just to laugh at their mistakes. I remember watching the humans fight over slaves in the 1860s. It was so fun to watch until we had to take care of it because too many humans were dying, and the witches would get in trouble if too many died. Like how a daemos ran free somehow and released a plague. I hated it. How many bodies had to be carried to heaven. My stomach aches just thinking about it.
Luckily I wasn't on cleaning duty, I was a nurse witch and training to be a warrior witch. The daemos was caught eventually and was banned to the void with his master. I have no idea how they keep getting out. They spread more than just plagues, they spread mental illness, terrible morals, bad thoughts. Everything. And you can never tell who they are until it's too late. Thankfully as a witch, I can see. I can see everything. And I haven't seen such things in anyone I love, and I am so happy for it. But sometimes, I can smell it nearby, something, coming closer and closer. I could smell it leave but I can never tell where it is. It could be in Delaware and I wouldn't know, I only know when it moves.
It's awful, the stench is unimaginable. Daemos smell like cigarette smoke, and barely anyone smokes in this town so it's easy to tell who it is and take care of it.
My husband, Dale, was asleep. I got up and went up to the attic. Another spell would have to be made. I give these to Elegance to use. She provides the ingredients and I make them. She doesn't work on anything else other than what she does at her job. The moon was shining through my attic window. It smelled like flowers and moss. This time she needed a heavily drugged sleep potion. I am not sure why, maybe she developed insomnia or something like it. Or maybe she became a crazy cat lady and needs it for her cats. I don't know what she does despite her being almost my only friend. I can't really go to the Maramihan Dimension since the Daemos started escaping, I can't go back until I find out why.
I grabbed an empty jar and sprinkled lavender, black salt, black pepper, rosemary, and an aquamarine gem. I sealed it with purple wax and shook it around just for special effect.
I laid it down on the table and went back downstairs. I got back in bed without a sound. I laid awake, until my eyes closed once more.
In the morning I woke up early to make a cup of coffee. Deacon was awake, I heard his heavy feet come down the stairs. I wonder what he was doing so early.
He passed by me and opened the cabinet to the cereal. He poured himself some. Deacon's eyes looked so baggy, so dark. What has he been doing all summer? I stirred my coffee with sugar and creamer, watching him. He rubbed his eyes and yawned frequently. Did he even go to his grandfather's yesterday? I don't think he did.
"Well, good morning Deacon. Did you sleep well?" I asked.
"Yeah, good morning mom." He responded.
"How was your grandfather's?"
"It was good." Deacon's answers were dank and empty, like a cave.
It was like he was ignoring me. He's been so dry since he started college, and he has to go to class today. Maybe I can sneak to his class and see what he does there.
"Hey, how about I drive you to class? It'll save you a little gas on your car." I smiled at him.
"Uhh, no mom, it's fine. I can drive myself." Deacon said wryly.
"Oh, ok."
He's up to something.