As it turns out, Mrs. Port wasn't her only client for that day. After a short break, Willow received no ends from human customers, each one with a more curious condition than the last. Some had sprained limbs, such as a basketball player who twisted his ankle. Another had come down with a bad, but thankfully, common, case of acne.
And another had come in with a knife in his chest. Surprisingly, he was about as concerned about the knife as a bear was about a bee sting.
Of course, it helped that the second he laid on eyes Lilith, he gave her a hearty smile. And then his arm fell off.
“Dave's a zombie," was all Lilith said on the subject, and Willow had to resist making any hand jokes as she reattached his arm.
Which brought up a good point. The moment any one of her new clients laid an
