Curse
"How do we lift it then?" she asked once her composed self is back.
"We plead and beg them for it."
"And they would be okay just like that?" One of her eyebrows arched with her tone full of disbelief.
He chuckled at the silliness. "No. We can only hope they would."
"What are the chances that they might agree to that? Have they ever, you know, gave their okay when someone pleads and begs?"
'I doubt it though.'
His grey eyes twinkled with stifled laughter and ignored her questions, which only fuelled her frustrations.
She never thought of herself as a whiny person, but boy, all she wanted to do was whine.
"Then what am I going to do? Are you sure they say I can't go back? Maybe there's a loophole?"
His quiet demeanour was not helping to keep her sane, even for a little bit. What was the difference with talking to an animal or an animate object that never responds back?