That when someone says they’re bringing a hot dish it doesn’t always mean a warmed up plate. And that you can catch summer fireflies in a jar. Lif... is simple in the midwest, maybe a little too simple. But that life seemed like such a disparity to being in the presence of a businessman wearing a French cuff shirt and cufflinks. “Come On,” the gentlemen’s daughter rolled her eyes. She was used to her female friends drooling over her father. But unlike the other girls who tried to seduce him, she. “God, what a loud music Roger; what going on in there?” Grace’s mother asked. “Oh, Irene has one of her photo sessions with a model,” Roger replied. “Oh, how exciting,” Grace’s mother said. “Could we have look Roger? Would she mind if we watched her at work?”“I’m afraid that would be out of the question. She would definitely mind. She works closely with her models to get the best out of them. It’s all concentration and a flow of the creative juices,” Roger replied. “Oh well,” Grace’s mother. He could picture those vines, creeping along the side of the house, searching for fresh meat. With the events of yesterday, it had gotten forgotten, but it needed to be a priority today. How much meat did a magical plant need? He pictured Emily in his mind, tossing a couple of pounds of beef on the lawn. The plant was probably far hungrier after so many months without food. Or maybe it had taken to eating strays that happened onto the lawn?Ugh. Eyes open, he silently cursed the light that was. Not one muscle twitched as the beam of light fired from that finger directly into his chest. It should have pierced his heart and killed him in an instant. Instead it careened off his flesh drilling through the pavement. The demon’s eyes widened and mouth tightened in shock then reversed in fear as the human blurred out of sight. ‘Wha-‘ The rest of that thought was terminated by a fist to the jaw that sent the demon flying into a nearby vehicle the metal crumpling around his form upon impact..