Immerse yourself in the captivating and darkly humorous world inside the compelling novel Unnatural Circumstances. Embark on the journey of three unconventional individuals who willingly set out on an adventure only to become entangled in a disturbi...
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With their bags packed, Soleil and Casper depart from their apartment, and Benji stays behind to talk to Ichabod's sitter, Becky Sanchez.
The seventeen-year-old arrives at the apartment five minutes late wearing a white, buttoned-up shirt with a yellow sweater vest. Becky's cargo pants drape over soft pink high-tops as she approaches Benji.
"Uh, hello?" she asks.
The girl's face turns bright red as the half-demon slowly looks up from his pager. To Becky, Benji looks like the spitting image of Jonathan Brandis. His bleached hair covers his ears, and his blue eyes are as sensitive as a poet's. Running his tongue across the fresh cut on his bottom lip, Benji cracks a gentle smile and gives her a wave.
"Hello," he greets. "You must be the sitter, Rebecca Sanchez, right? My name is Benji Horowitz. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Anyway, I got Sol's instructions, a list of healthy cat food, and her phone number," said Becky. "So, there's nothing for you to worry about."
Benji nods for a moment until his face twists. "Wait, do you want my number, too? In case you can't reach her?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure."
Reaching her hand inside her pocket, Becky hands Benji a purple-gelled pen and unrolls her left sleeve.
"You can write it on my arm," she insists.
Benji gives her a questionable look but carefully writes his number down on Becky's right arm. Meanwhile, Ichabod looks away from the TV and watches Becky menacingly.
"I thought I told you guys that I don't want a fucking babysitter!" he whines.
"Well, tough shit, Crane," Benji barks. "Becky is going to look after you, and you're going to treat her with respect."
Ichabod glances at the half-demon and huffs, "How come you, Sabrina the Mediocre Witch, and Bootleg Zach De La Rocha get to go on vacation while I stay home?"
"Jesus-"
"Just give me another chance, please! You guys will be lost in Baton Rouge without me!"
After capping Becky's pen, Benji nervously looks at the sitter, who happily takes it from his hand.
"Please be patient with him," he insists kindly, ignoring the whiny cat. "Ichabod has the personality of a stubborn old drunk, and the last thing he wants is someone telling him what to do."
"Hey! I heard that, Albarn!" Ichabod snaps.
"Well, maybe if you didn't scare the last sitter," Benji snaps. "We wouldn't be having this fucking conversation."
