Jared ordered a vegetarian pizza—our compromise for how to get some vegetables into me—and he said at least I would have leftovers. I promised him I’d go to the store after work the next day.
After we ate, we’d watched a couple of on-demand episodes of Charmed. We both appreciated the irony, but I hoped I wouldn’t have to deal with any of the weird nastiness the sisters did. I stopped him before he could move on to another episode.
“I should go to bed,” I said with a sigh. “I’ll be opening, I’m exhausted from changing today, and I’ll need any extra energy I can muster for the full moon change tomorrow night.”
I’d tossed out verbal tidbits about my problem all evening to see if he would balk, and he never had. It seemed kind of unfair that he got to do cool things with water, air, and en
