4 Sisters of the Apocalypse

45- Amy

Amy

"The bathroom is ghastly Jo. There's pee everywhere. And who painted the toilet seat and shower stall black?"

Sarah answered. "That would be Bob. He deals with depression."

"Who doesn't?" I asked. "There's depression and then there's destruction. He's got all sorts of demons."
Sarah's eyes widened. "How can you tell?"

"How can you not? There's no peace in that man-boy." I took a Lysol wipe from my purse and cleaned my hands properly.

"Are you gonna cast the demon out Amy? Your sister said you were here to help..." Sarah whispered, "...with the Bob situation."

"Hmmmm? I've never thought about merely casting the demon and not the whole person. I'm not sure where the division is?"

Sarah added thoughtfully, "Somewhere inside I suppose."

"I suppose... for now I'm just gonna see about getting Bob out of here." I smoothed my hair and touched up my lipstick. It couldn't hurt to look pretty while being persuasive.

Jo entered the girl's bedroom. "Okay, he's ready to speak with you. Although, as he put it, 'How can a grammar school girl shed light on anything?'"

I huffed. "Grammar school!" I glanced into an antique dresser mirror. "But hey if I keep my perky good looks that's fine with me."

Sarah asked, "Should we go with her? You know, for backup?"

Jo chuckled. "Amy has never needed backup. She's good at making other's back up though. Let's hope it works today!"  Jo looked at me. "Go get him Aim."

As I entered the living room Bob was chomping on a tabasco flavored extra long slim jim. It smelled awful. He held it out to me. "You wanna snap into a Slim Jim."

"No thank you... uh Bob." I wiped off the well worn beighish wing chair with another wipe and sat on its edge. "Look Bob... My sister Jo has asked me to speak with you concerning this residence."

"Whatever..." Bob threw the wrapper onto the floor. "Look, lil missy... This aint none of your business. What are you like. 12? Run home to your mommy! Oh that's right--you can't cuz she's dead."

I stood up. I had had enough of this bully. "Look Bob, I'd prefer you move someplace else."

Bob looked all spacey for a moment. "Oh? Well if you prefer... I'll pack my things." Then he started laughing and didn't budge from the sofa. "Get lost..."

I ran back into the bedroom. "It didn't work."

Jo pulled me onto her bed. "Whaddya mean it didn't work? Did you say, 'I'd prefer?'"

I explained. "Yes, I preferred him twice. He just laughed a maniacal laugh."

Sarah joined us on the little bunk bed. "I told you. He's got a demon--maybe lots of demons.

We all shuddered. The room felt colder.

Jo asked Sarah, "Does the heat even work in this apartment?"

Sarah shook her head. "Bob was supposed to pay the utilities this month. He promised."

Jo jumped up bumping her head hard on the top bunk. "He promised? A demon's promise means absolutely nothing!"

I asked, "Jo, I thought you didn't believe in all that."

"I changed my mind. This guy is bad to the bone." Jo rubbed her head.

"Sarah, can you fetch some ice for Jo?" She did.

I explained to Jo, "In mom's journal she wrote, "This type comes out but by prayer and fasting."