"You tink I jez let chew go?" The old crackled Cajun voice hissed, "Youz juss gunna stay poot,'til Marie saz you go." Phoebe jerked violently, the voice sent chills down her spine. "Marie, no fall fo yo trick no mo." The old black woman held out her hand which clutched a tattered voodoo doll. "Yo stay Manawa; yo stay 'til Marie let youz go. In te doll were light be cold," Marie plunged a single pin into the doll, "In te doll youz trick no mo." Phoebe watched as the pale face man vanished into mist. The vision ended as quickly as it had begun. Phoebe shaken and confused rose from her seat and stumbled into hallway. The Book of Shadows she thought, and made her way slowly up the stairs.
"Has anyone seen lens?" Prue asked as she frantically rambled through the house. She had one sleeve on as she fought to slip on the other one. "It's there on the counter Prue," Piper chimed in. "I am so late with 12 o'clock appointment with Shane. I have this huge Project he wants me to oversee and if I'm not there, I'm screwed." Piper sighed as she grabbed a well deserved cup of coffee. "You'll do fine", shoving a croissant in her hand, "Now move it Sister, Love you" Grabbing her bag," Me too" and out the door she went.
Piper shook her head and laughed inwardly, clutching her cup to her chest.
It had six weeks since she had last seen Leo. Slight tinge of pain settled deep inside her heart. Why was love so difficult? What she need was stability, and though she loved Leo, she knew it would never work. She had reconciled herself that Dan would be the wiser choice. And besides, he did make her feel wanted. Settling for Dan was probably the right thing to do. She Picked up the phone and dialed the all too familiar number. "Hello", the voice answered.