Harmony quickly stepped forward to comfort her. “Why are you crying?” Willow shook her head weakly, then she shrugged off Harmony and walked away. “Willow!” Harmony chased her back to Henry's part of the house. When she entered the room, Willow was sitting on the couch and wiping her tears. Harm

Timothy was unconvinced. “What made you think I'd believe you?” Hazel grumbled, “Are you doubting me?” “That's right, that’s what I’m doing.” “Okay, are you trying to challenge me? Do you think I wouldn’t back up my talk? Who’s the girl you’re trying to get rid of? Send me the address and I’ll he

Hazel turned to Timothy and rolled her eyes at him. Timothy frowned irritably. “What’s with that look?” “Figure it out yourself.” Timothy retorted, “If I could figure it out, why would I ask you? Do you think I like talking to you? I wouldn’t talk to you at all if I could!” Hazel was getting equ

“A prophet? What's that supposed to mean?” Timothy was confused. Hazel pinched his arm and hissed at him to keep his voice down. Then, she whispered in his ear again, “What I meant is that how is it that as soon as you mentioned your brother showing up, he popped up like a spirit out of nowhere?”

The man who fell off the bed hissed in pain. Hazel was surprised when she saw his face. “Tim, it’s you.” “Who else did you think it was?” Timothy rubbed his waist. “Why did you kick me?” Hazel asked, “Did I drink too much last night?” “What do you think? I thought you were a good drinker, but yo