she's back to stay. This house is big enough for all of us and probably half the coven. Aunt Justine knows she was wrong. She's scared and…elderly.”
“And double-ugly to boot.” Moira took a sip of the amber liquid, showing no more reaction than if it have been apple juice. “Anyhows, you're reaching.”
“So what if I am? We're her nieces and we need to look out for her.” Tierra took the glass of whiskey from Moira. “And you can't have hooch for breakfast.”
“First you won't let me make tea for Aunt Justine, and now I can't even make my own breakfast? Quit motherin' me, Tierra. Just because you're the oldest doesn’t mean you're the boss of me.”
“How do we know she's the oldest?” Aerin asked. “For all we know, any one of us could be the first born. Hell, I'd be more inclined to think she's the baby. After all, she's the only one still a virgin.”
Claire snickered along with Aerin. “Good one.” She held out her hand for a fist bump.
“Hey,” Tierra said.
“Maybe if she got her cherry popped she'd be more laid back,” Claire said. “Girl is strung way too tight.”
“Ha! Laid back. I get it.” Aerin poured some coffee and sat at the table, booting up her laptop. “Tierra, you really need to do something about that.”
“Ain't natural,” Moira said, joining Aerin with another pilfered glass of whiskey.
“There is nothing wrong with being a virgin,” Tierra defended.
“There is at our age,” Claire said. “You're missing out on so much of life. I know my powers intensified after losing my virginity.” Moira and Aerin nodded in agreement that this had happened to them also.
“Do you even know what your sexual power is?” She had a sexual power?
“Tell me you know your sexual power?” Aerin asked. “You've at least experimented with yourself. Oh my God, you've never masturbated?”
Color flared in her face. She couldn't believe they were talking so blasé about this subject.
“Sugar, we've got to talk,” Moira said. “Idle hands are the Devil's workshop, or so Reverend Dupuis always said. That's the very reason I made sure mine were always plenty busy.”
“I know, let's kill two birds with one stone,” Claire added. “There’s more than one thing around here that would benefit from a good hammering.”
Moira squealed. “Ooh! We need fix-it men with them sleeveless shirts and big ol' tool…belts.”
“I do like a man who knows how to nail things home.” Aerin fished out her phone and started scrolling through her contacts. “I know just who to call.”
“No, wait. I don't want my house—our house—overrun with men.”
“You hush,” Moira said. “We get enough muscle in here and you'll be spreadin' them legs faster than peach jam at a church picnic.”
“That's probably her problem,” Aerin said. “Growing up in this house with Aunt Justine and only the freaky coven for friends. Not enough men.”
“Hey, that's not fair. I don't—I don't need or want—”
“Oh, you want. We all want,” Claire interrupted with a snicker. Moira and Aerin joined in with more snide remarks.
“That's enough! I'm going to work. Call whoever you want to fix up the place. Just-just make sure Moira doesn’t kill Aunt Justine.”
“Hey, I don't need no babysitter.” Says the one drinking for breakfast.
“Don't worry about anything,” Aerin said, dialing her phone. “We've got you covered.”
“You can bet your ass, we do.” Claire winked.
Oh my hell.
She had to get out of here or she was going to cast a spell. One that shut everyone up. She needed to check the Grimoire and see if such a spell existed. That would be handier than any handyman.
Grabbing her crocheted bag, Tierra hung it crossways over her top, and wrapped a cream throw around her shoulders. She pushed the tarp aside in place of the busted door. Contractors—minus the sexy and shirtless—were definitely a good idea.
Outside in the cool air, Tierra decided to walk the distance to Ambrosia's rather than drive. It was a lovely day, with bees buzzing, birds singing, and nature unfurling all around her in her glory. For once it wasn't raining. It seemed since Moira had shown up, it rained more often, definitely more violently. But the vegetation enjoyed the extra moisture.
Why did she think growing up as an only child was lonely? What she wouldn’t give for some alone time now. She loved her sisters, even though she didn't know them that well yet and wasn't sure if she liked them. She still loved them.
What difference did it really make that she was still a virgin? It