First Brew | Voice | January 12th, morning
[Lily is looking at the communicator with a frown. Although she doesn’t like speaking on the phone, she has to get out of this town before she ends up on the modern version of a flaming pyre. She decides it best not to show her face and manages to set the device to voice after some fiddling and consulting the manual. Trying to sound casual, she starts to speak. There’s still a twang even though she left Texas years ago.]
Hello. My name is Lily Ivory and there’s been a mistake, I reckon. I just sell vintage clothes for a living and wouldn’t be much help here unless you folks threaten witches with polyester leisure suits. [She laughs briefly, hoping her half-truth sounded convincing.]
If y’all could tell me where I can rent a car or get a bus ticket back to San Francisco, I’d appreciate it. I have my shop and a potbellied pig waiting for me at home. [And a demon to exorcise from the School of Fine Arts…]
Hello. My name is Lily Ivory and there’s been a mistake, I reckon. I just sell vintage clothes for a living and wouldn’t be much help here unless you folks threaten witches with polyester leisure suits. [She laughs briefly, hoping her half-truth sounded convincing.]
If y’all could tell me where I can rent a car or get a bus ticket back to San Francisco, I’d appreciate it. I have my shop and a potbellied pig waiting for me at home. [And a demon to exorcise from the School of Fine Arts…]