The Nightmare is Over!

Raincoaster has slithered away to whatever non-euclidean space she came from, leaving nothing but a vague disquiet, a lingering and regrettably persistent smell best described as "cabbagy-seaweedy and that's all you want to know believe me", and a gapingly empty liquor cabinet.

Who knew a simple bell, book, and candle could be so effective?


Actually we were short on bells and candles; the former because apart from Mme's belly-dancing costume we just don't have many such things in the house, the latter because, we suspect, Raincoaster thought they tasted nice.

High Paisley went with, presumably to ensure compliance with the rather merciful restrictions set by the parole board. We feel that after what happened Raincoaster was lucky to escape town in one piece and unincarcerated, but the judge seemed to know her from somewhere. He kept forking the Evil Eye at her. So banishment rather than burning at the stake was really quite nice of him.

However, there is one dark cloud on the horizon. Raincoaster has threatened to return--Within the month!

We need lumber, nails, gunpowder ... Defend the refrigerator!