“Shut up, Biddle!” Zofia scolded as she turned and exited the room with swift steps. “I need to speak to you about that door bell,” she said as she Transvected down the stairs. Biddle's giddy laugh rang in her ears.
“You have to stop jinxing the doorbell,” she said to Biddle.
“I didn't do it. A wandering demon did it,” Biddle drawled.
“Likely story. Just like the cabinets you crashed through this morning,” Zofia landed at the bottom of the stairs.
“Ahh, that was the work of a wicked Gigim.”
“They don't exist on First World,” Zofia stated flatly as she surged across the foyer. She opened the door.
Standing there was a wiry older man wearing blue jeans and a tee-shirt. Large letters across his shirt read: MY GRANDKIDS THINK I'M THE SMARTEST MAN IN THE WORLD… AND I AGREE
“Ned—um—Mr. Tu
