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It was a normal morning at Nevermore, cloudy with a chance of rain and supernatural mishaps.
Mostly because Wednesday currently sat at the old Hummers shed, cross-legged in the middle of a summoning circle, chanting an incantation in a dead language, taking in the smell of the candles burning around her and the cold autumn air outside.
Thing sat in the corner by some of the beehives, next to a bible, a Tibetan talisman, and a huge iron nail, just in case they summoned something they didn’t mean to. Again.
The wind picked up around the seer as a cold breeze enveloped the confined space. She felt a slight pressure surround her, as she often did when dealing with supernatural rituals. Then the wind picked up, and the candles went out.
Wednesday risked opening one eye, looking around her to see the incantation had failed yet again.
Wednesday sighed as she opened her eyes fully, reaching for her spell book.
"Maybe we got the wrong candles?" Thing tapped from his spot by the desk.
“We have changed the candles three times now. The candles aren’t the problem.” Wednesday said as she rummaged through the old book, maybe more forcefully than necessary.
"What kind of spirit exactly are you trying to summon?" Thing asked her as he scurried closer.
Wednesday had already ignored this question on two separate occasions, but granted him an answer this time.
“Anyone who can answer my questions.” Still a very vague answer, laced with that usual venom.
Wednesday’s eyes scanned through the book as she took notes in a separate notebook. This leather-bound pocket notebook had not left her side for the past two days, almost completely filled with scribbled notes and diagrams, depicting each failed attempt and each lead the Addams had found in the past weeks.
Thing risked a look into the notebook, only for Wednesday to forcefully close it and return it to its place inside her pocket.
“Let’s try again. We’ll change the incantation.”
Thing only shrugged, tapping away something about how it would all be much easier if he knew what they were even looking for, or if they got Enid to help them.
Wednesday seemed to tense for a second at the comment, but otherwise ignored the appendage.
She knew they were well past secrecy, but for the past two weeks, Wednesday had poured herself into an embarrassingly lacking investigation for an even more embarrassing reason.
Enid was sad.
Although it was much more complicated than that, this would have been how Thing would have summarized it.
They had saved Enid and brought her back to her human form months ago, but that hadn't been the end of it. Her alpha powers were unpredictable, unstable, and mostly volatile. Every full moon ever since, Enid had to be confined to their room in case another transformation got out of control, every werewolf instinct inside her ticked up over the smallest of things, and she was still getting used to the overly enhanced senses and strength, not to mention the occasional nightmares.
Wednesday felt helpless every time Enid would come back from classes absolutely exhausted or with a new story about unwanted moments of super strength, or worse, their latest incident last month when Enid was unable to pick up a scent trail during an investigation.
And there was only so much a manicure from Thing and some horrible movie night could do for the werewolf's mood.
And so Wednesday set off to work, researching spells, guides, incantations, and whatever she could find about werewolf powers. She just hadn't expected it to be this hard.
In good Wednesday fashion, she was about to insist that they go again, but they were lacking on some material components, and Thing reminded her that they had skipped breakfast and lunch by now.
Before Wednesday could even retort, the door swung open to reveal Enid, as if summoned by her very thoughts.
"You missed chemistry lab," Enid said exasperatedly, tossing a few lab sheets at Wednesday. "Again."
Wednesday grabbed them without much ceremony and put them inside her bag, giving no indication she intended to actually fill them.
"How did you know I was here?" She asked in her usual monotone.
"Eugene told me," Enid said with a smug smile.
"So much for Hummer's honor…" Wednesday muttered.
"So this is where you've been hiding," Enid said, scanning the old dingy shed with caution. The humming of the honey bees had always been enough to send a chill down her spine.
Wednesday simply grabbed her things, avoiding Enid's gaze and subsequent interrogation, as she had done for the past few days.
"I have many hiding places," She said simply, making Enid huff in response.
Thing gave Enid an awkward wave as he hopped into Wednesday's bag, hoping to avoid the crossfire between the roommates. But before Wednesday could make her swift escape, Enid planted herself more firmly between the Addams and the small door of the shed.
"And I also know all of them, so I don't know why you keep avoiding me," Enid said, crossing her arms and locking eyes with the seer in a sort of challenge.
Wednesday held her gaze this time, unblinking, even if her heart felt as if it could burst from her ribcage any time now. She managed to catch a glimpse of something in Enid's eyes, something besides the obvious chagrin.
"I am not avoiding you." Wednesday lied.
She might have been avoiding Enid, but in all fairness, she was avoiding everyone. Mostly out of an obstinate refusal to keep contributing to Enid's feelings of inadequacy until she could find a way to help her.
"You're a terrible liar," Enid said, stealing a glimpse at the summoning circle on the floor.
She recognized some gemstones and materials scattered around, but none of the sigils that Wednesday would typically use to communicate with spirits.
Enid went to grab a few bones that rested on a nearby table, just out of curiosity, before Wednesday swatted her hand away.
"Do not touch anything. This is a very complicated spell, not arts and crafts." She said, scolding the wolf, which did not help her current mood.
Wednesday repositioned herself in front of Enid, doing her best to block the view for the taller girl.
Enid only huffed in response, staring down at Wednesday.
"What are you even working on in here that you can't do at the dorm?" Enid asked, crossing her arms defensively.
"You said to take all bloody affairs outside the dorm." Wednesday retorted.
Enid scrambled for words for a second. She had said that, despite growing slightly more accustomed to Wednesday's proclivity at leaving forensic reports and body parts scattered around their dorm room.
"I don't see any blood." She replied, exasperation growing.
"Not yet," Wednesday said simply.
That was the opening she had needed to slide past Enid and shut the door behind them.
But that wasn't the last of their argument. Wednesday set off back to Nevermore with a slightly faster pace than usual, only for Enid to follow her as she kept demanding answers.
"You swore you would stop keeping things from me!" Enid called finally, making Wednesday stop on her tracks, her shoulders tense.
Maybe some other time, Wednesday would have ignored the werewolf, kept walking back to Nevermore, and dealt with the consequences later, but last year's memories and bruises were still too fresh, and the way Enid's voice just barely broke as she said it made Wednesday's naturally cold blood freeze.
Wednesday didn't turn around; she found she couldn't face those blue eyes again without breaking, and so she just barely turned her head to better regard Enid.
"I'll explain later," Wednesday said simply. She could feel Enid's glare burn a hole in the back of her head.
"Later when?" Enid called as Wednesday resumed her walk, leaving Enid behind to fume.
Enid groaned loudly once the seer was out of view, her multicolored claws extending instantly as she swatted at a nearby tree.
Normally, Enid would go back to their dorm; it had been a long day of classes after all, and she had a ton of homework to catch up with. Maybe she could get some answers out of Thing later, or gather strength for another screaming match with her best friend that would hopefully lead her somewhere.
But this had felt different. This was their third argument in two weeks, in just as many times as she had actually spoken to Wednesday.
Enid couldn't help but feel just like last year, when Wednesday was avoiding her while trying to prevent her vision from happening. Dealing with everything on her own. As usual.
She thought that after last year, they'd grown past it. That Wednesday finally trusted her enough not to hide things from her.
Or maybe this was all thanks to these stupid alpha abilities she couldn't get a hold of.
Enid shook the thought as best as she could, feeling her heart rate go up and her claws begin to come out, but despite any logic inside her telling her not to, her anger got the best of her, and with one clean swipe from her claws to the rusty lock, the door to the shed opened.
The usually empty shed felt overcrowded, not only because of the boxes of old books and spell components scattered around, but becayse of something in the air, like pure static. It was similar to Rottwood's grave in a way, unlike the other few times Enid had been inside the shed.
Enid entered slowly, taking in the summoning circle in the middle of the confined space and the open spell book sprawled out on the floor.
She picked it up, dusting it off as she ran a hand along the old, stained pages.
"This is a very complicated spell, not arts and crafts." Enid mocked Wednesday, using her best impression of the dull monotone.
Enid set the spell book down, inspecting some notes and components on the table, and found she actually understood most of it. It was a simple summon, with an ancient incantation and a material sacrifice attached to it, similar to stuff she had learned from Morticia over the summer.
Enid scoffed. "A child could do this spell."
That's when an idea popped into Enid's mind. A dangerous idea, which made her wonder for a second if maybe she had gone insane.
So, Wednesday didn't trust her enough to tell her what she was working on? Fine, she'd just have to solve it herself. Then maybe Wednesday would actually trust her to come to her for help.
Besides, she had saved Wednesday's life a bunch of times. What was so different about saving her some time and expensive spell components?
Enid took a deep breath to steady her nerves, and mostly to convince herself not to back down now, as she sat in the middle of the summoning circle with the spell book on her lap. She set down some mouse bones and sea glass in front of her, lit each candle slowly, and muttered the incantation, focused and with complete intent, just like Morticia had taught her.
While Nevermore offered a very ample curriculum that included the occult arts, Enid had always gravitated toward more common electives, like journalism and dance. Even her parents had a certain disdain for these activities, so her house was mostly "spell-free", unlike some outcast households.
However, she had found through these impromptu lessons with Wednesday's mom that she had a certain gift for it. She was able to interpret spells and tune into the world beyond the veil with relative ease.
Not to mention, it was kind of fun.
She had really come to understand why the Addams held monthly seances at the manor.
By the third repetition of the incantation, Enid could feel it. That static that enveloped her whenever she tuned into this type of magic. That tingly feeling at the tip of her fingers, that slight shiver on her spine.
Thunder cracked outside as a storm began to gather quickly, darkening even more the autumn sky over Nevermore.
It was too late to go back now.
Thunder rumbled around the room once more, immediately followed by a lightning bolt hitting a tree nearby, and Enid did her best not to flinch, focusing on the words.
The room, previously lit only by a dingy light bulb, plunged into darkness instantly in a way that did not feel like a normal power outage.
The pressure that settled on Enid's chest exploded with the impact of the lightning, as if she had been hit herself. The world faded around her, plunging her into darkness as her back hit the cold floorboards of the shed.
When Enid opened her eyes, everything was dark and fuzzy.
The air felt charged with a supernatural type of static as she tried to ground herself once more. A voice called for her, asking if she was okay, a voice that she had heard before but couldn't quite place.
Enid looked up, her eyes focusing on another set of blue eyes, and then another.
Now she truly believed she had gone insane.
"Enid." Wednesday muttered simply, as Enid flinched, preparing for what was to come.
Wednesday didn't raise her voice; she never did, which made this somehow worse.
“What on Earth did you do?”
Because Enid was back at their dorm, currently standing in front of Wednesday with two other girls around their age, who looked and sounded nearly identical to Enid, for some godforsaken reason.
"Okay, just let me explain-" Enid said, but was promptly cut off by the screams of horror of the clones.
Thing had scurried back into the room, carrying an icepack for Enid and the spell book Wednesday had foolishly left behind in the shed.
“That’s a hand! That’s a fucking severed hand!” One of the Enids yelled.
“Why is that severed hand moving?!” The other yelled too.
“Stop yelling,” Wednesday said bitterly.
It had taken some time for Enid to explain to the alleged clones what was happening, which was especially hard thanks to her aching head and the fact that she didn't really know what was happening.
One moment she was reciting the incantation on the spell book, and the next she was sneaking back into her dorm during a thunderstorm with two near identical copies of herself.
At least now they were sure it hadn't been a concussion or a hallucination.
The girls in front of them were real, and eerily similar to Enid in almost every way, except for small, pointed differences.
For starters, the Enid currently poking around the huge window of their room was the same shade of blonde as Enid, tied together in a half ponytail, minus the colorful highlights that had become a signature of the wolf.
This version of Enid looked more athletic, too, with toned arms crossed over her torso and a fitted t-shirt of a soccer team none of them recognized.
She was currently clutching her cellphone, trying to get it to work, to no avail.
The other Enid had the same expressive, bright eyes of the werewolf, currently scanning everything inside the room, from Wednesday’s murder board to Enid’s contrasting side, seeking solace in the pockets of her blue bomber jacket.
Her hair was darker than Enid’s, more on the brunette side, and seemed paler, unlike the werewolf who made a point to make the most of the scarce hours of sunlight they got at Nevermore.
"Okay, so I tried to cast the spell. Can you blame me?” Enid huffed again, crossing her arms.
“I can, because I explicitly told you not to,” Wednesday said, once more, somehow more exasperated than before, even if her tone remained leveled.
"You think I wanted to summon faulty clones of myself?!"
“We are not clones. There's no such thing as clones.” One of the clones chimed in, the one by the window, angrily crossing her arms.
Enid uncrossed hers, immediately put off by the way too many similarities with the girl standing in front of her.
“There’s also no such thing as witches, but here we are.” The other clone chimed in, pointing at the summoning circle in the middle of the room.
Enid twitched slightly, still put off by hearing the sound of her voice coming from someone who wasn't her.
“And while we're at it, why is one of my clones British?” Enid shrieked, turning to Wednesday again.
“Enid!” Wednesday finally raised her voice, catching the attention of all three girls standing around her.
“These aren’t clones.” She said, calmer this time. “My educated guess is that they are alternate versions of you, from alternate realities. Judging by this passage in the book and by your inopportune attempt, the spell caught into your energy and brought them here.”
“And they have to go back now! I have a bus to get on in three hours! Where even are we?” One of the Enids asked. Wednesday immediately named this one The Loud one, which was saying something, considering she was comparing her to the original Enid.
Thing tapped out the answer, but seeing no one understood him but Wednesday and Enid, Wednesday translated.
“Nevermore Academy, Vermont, United States.”
“Thousands of kilometers away from campus, and I don't even have a signal. Great.” The Loud Enid rolled her eyes, still moving around with her phone in hand.
Wednesday turned back to Enid. Her Enid.
“This one seems to share your cell screen addiction.”
That did not seem to sit well with the wolf, who was moments away from ripping the seer's spell book to shreds.
The quietest of the three, the one with the British accent, spoke up as she saw out the window to the tall pine trees against the thundering sky of mid-autumn Vermont in disbelief.
“Are you saying you used magic to get us here? On accident?” She asked. The girl was clearly afraid; anyone would be in that situation, but her tone remained steady and her words measured.
"Kind of?" Enid said.
“It seems so,” Wednesday corrected in her usual monotone.
The other girl, in turn, started laughing.
“This has to be a dream.” She said through a nervous laugh. “I must have hit my head on my way to Ravi’s or something.”
“This is no dream. “ Wednesday said.
“More like a nightmare.” The loud one added. “How many weird switch-up things can happen to one person in a lifetime?”
Enid sighed in defeat as she turned to sit on her bed, feeling the headache get worse with each passing minute.
Wednesday walked up to her side of the room while the clones talked among themselves, standing by Enid with a much softer expression than what her roommate had expected.
"How are you feeling?" Wednesday asked, glancing at the ice pack currently pressed against her temple.
"Do you really care?" It had slipped, and Enid regretted it immediately when she noticed the way Wednesday flinched. Near imperceptibly, but still there.
"I do." Wednesday's voice was low, slightly raspier than usual, and Enid noticed the bags under her eyes also looked darker than the last time she saw the Addams.
Enid only sighed, lowering the icepack to her lap.
"I'm okay. I think I just hit my head when that weird force pushed me back."
Wednesday eyed the injury. A shallow cut and some inflammation, nothing to worry about. And if she lingered on Enid's face for a second, she wouldn't admit it.
"That would be a side effect of the interrupted incantation. Whiplash by-"
"By an interrupted flow of magical force, I know." Enid groaned, slumping her shoulders as she picked the ice pack again.
She distinctly remembered Morticia's lesson about never interrupting an incantation midway; she just hadn't expected to have to live it down.
Wednesday noted the lesson was learned, not only for the bruise it had left, though she stayed silent. She had been there that summer, reading quietly in her mother's greenhouse while Morticia taught, a silent witness to Enid's progress.
"Do you have a plan?" Enid asked, pulling Wednesday from her thoughts.
Wednesday’s shoulders tightened almost imperceptibly, a flicker of uncertainty hidden from everyone but the wolf. She glanced at the clones, her mind already racing through possibilities, cataloging options rather than having a finished solution.
"I always do." She said. Her tone remained confident, despite the half-lie.
Enid didn’t call her out on it. She just let out a soft, knowing sigh while a small smile tugged at her lips again, and she reached for the spell book on the desk.
"The spell came from this book. The answer is likely in here as well," Wednesday said simply.
That seemed to satisfy Enid, if only slightly. It was hardly a complete strategy, more like a starting point for a plan.
Then again, most of Wednesday's plans started with that same misguided confidence.
“Okay.” Enid nodded once. “We can work with that.”
“Call Agnes,” Enid said, standing from her bed. “I'll catch the clones up to speed.”
"We don't need Agnes for-" Wednesday began, but Enid cut her off with a sharp groan of frustration. The werewolf was already tapping furiously at her phone, ignoring Wednesday entirely.
Wednesday lifted an eyebrow. "Really?"
Before the Addams could reach for the phone, a long, multicolored hand flashed in front of her, claws extended, hovering just inches from Wednesday’s face, stopping her in place with an unimpressed expression.
Behind them, the other two Enids resumed their screams of horror.
"See?" Enid said, pointing the offending hand at the chaos while still typing. "We need Agnes."
It took some time, and even quite a bit of convincing, especially for the dark-haired Enid, to actually believe that they had been somehow summoned to an alternate universe version of Vermont, one where disembodied hands walked around freely among werewolves, vampires, psychics, and whatnot.
It also took some time to convince Agnes that they weren't pranking her as payback for last year's prank day.
"I had a nightmare just like this once," Agnes said, rejoining Enid and Wednesday.
"Gee, thanks, Agnes," Enid replied with a roll of her eyes.
They stood by the investigation board, surrounded by all the books and notes they could gather.
"Sorry." The girl said. "I did find out a few things, though. British Enid is Pip, and Loud Enid is CC."
"What kind of names are those?" Enid asked, unaware that both girls had walked over to them just then.
"What kinds of names are Enid and Wednesday?" CC asked, crossing her arms. Pip shrugged in agreement, holding back a laugh while Enid's face turned red.
Agnes suppressed a laugh as she kept explaining, pointing to each Enid as she did.
"Pip is from Buckinghamshire, England, and CC is from California. It also seems they weren't doing anything particularly unusual before they got here. Pip was on her way to her boyfriend's house, and CC was walking back from class."
Agnes kept explaining while Pip moved over closer to Wednesday's side of the room, looking at the huge board, currently half empty, as they filled it with all the information they had available.
She grabbed a few pieces of paper with their names on them, adding the tidbits of information Agnes had mentioned, and seemed to linger on Wednesday's for a second.
"From 'Monday’s Child', isn't it?" Pip asked as Wednesday walked over to join her.
"Correct. I believe you are the first person to recognize it." Wednesday replied.
Enid, who tried to focus on what Agnes was saying, couldn't help but pick up on their conversation and on the noticeable lack of edge in Wednesday's tone.
"Really?" Pip asked.
"Most assume my parents simply disliked me."
"It is a bit… bleak."
"It's accurate."
Pip snorted unexpectedly, before they both focused back on the board, moving bits and pieces of evidence around and taking notes with natural ease.
All the while, Enid remained in the background, stealing glances at the pair as she tuned out the conversation in front of her and fought back the instinct to dig her claws into her uniform jacket.
"Let's get to work then!" Enid said in a tone cheerier than necessary, stepping away from Agnes and CC mid-word.
An outburst loud enough to get the room's attention and mild concern.
The room fell into a new kind of silence after that, one that wasn't heavy with tension but thick with exhaustion. For hours, the group worked tirelessly, cycling through theories, translating ancient passages, and explaining the supernatural to their own supernatural guests.
The markers on the board grew crowded, interlocked with red thread and colorful annotations. The books piled high, and the coffee cups multiplied until the only thing left was the hum of intense focus and the distant clatter of the rain.
It was in the midst of this grueling marathon that Pip finally broke the silence.
"Why do you assume the ritual malfunctioned?"
She turned to face Wednesday, who sat by her own desk next to a pile of open books.
"Because it did," Wednesday replied simply, barely looking up from the text.
"That's not evidence."
"It's common sense."
"Or the ritual worked exactly as intended." A small smile pulled at the corners of Pip's mouth, a feeling of discovery enveloping her and extending to Wednesday.
Pip turned towards the board to point at a few excerpts of the incantation, the few they had been able to translate, and pointed excitedly to each as she explained.
"What evidence do you actually have that it failed?" Pip continued, focusing on Wednesday this time.
There was silence after that, as Wednesday mused over her answer. Normally, silence like that preceding such a challenge to such a stubborn Addams would end up in attempted murder, but this time, Wednesday held Pip's gaze, and in a turn of events, Pip held her gaze back.
This couldn't be good; they all knew it, and so Enid prepared herself to step between both girls, just in case the seer decided to reach for one of her hidden daggers.
What happened next rendered Enid speechless.
"You're right," Wednesday said simply, turning her attention to the board in front of them.
Pip smiled proudly as she scribbled some more on the board.
Enid could only stand there, watching in mild horror as Wednesday actually admitted someone beside her was right with as little coercion as a staring contest. Such a feat had taken Enid months to accomplish with Wednesday, but somehow Pip had managed to do so after just a few hours in their dimension.
She felt the pit of her stomach churn once more, as her claws came out slowly.
"If the spell chose us intentionally, why only two? Or why not a version closer to your Enid or an entirely different person?" Pip asked, turning to face the group, although Wednesday was the only one following.
Wednesday set the spell book aside.
"There should be thousands of alternate possibilities."
"Unless selection criteria existed." Pip nodded, looking excited at the breakthrough like any good detective.
Pip turned to hand a new note for Thing to add to the board, thanking him in the process.
Meanwhile, Agnes did her best to catch up with her own notes, CC looked completely lost, and Enid hid a clawed hand inside her pocket at the proximity between Wednesday and Pip.
"This part is not talking about a literal soul, it's talking about magic specifically tied to emotion," Pip said, as if finishing Wednesday's own train of thought.
She took an old tome written in Latin in her hands, wobbling at the weight as she held it up to some of the notes they had taken while translating the many passages in it. Wednesday's back straightened at the realization, and Thing actually high-fived Pip in congratulations.
'Ritus Animarum Reflexarum' read the note, repeating over and over again in different sources and languages.
"Okay." Enid interrupted them then, maybe louder than necessary. "Can somebody explain, instead of communicating through eye contact?"
"I'm a little lost as well," Agnes said from her side.
"I'm a lot lost," CC added.
After many translations of ancient instructions and a couple of failed experiments, they had finally nailed where the spell had gone wrong: The emotional component.
Animarum. As in "soul", or "emotion," and "feeling" in some translations they had glossed over.
Not much was explained after that discovery; Enid simply assumed it had been her outburst to trigger the spell in that way, and preferred to move on to how they were going to fix this.
But research had only taken them so far, and before risking another failed spell, there was one final book that could hold the final instructions to reverse the spell. A book conveniently available at the Jericho library, if not for the fact that the only three copies available had already been taken out years ago and never returned.
"We do have the list of people who took out the books. The library's database is surprisingly easy to access." Agnes supplied.
"Okay, so we'll go get it while you geniuses work on the reverse engineering of it," CC said, much too casually for comfort.
The room fell silent, weighing the many risks of that plan.
"Do you think they'll just give it to us?" Enid asked from her side, sarcasm slipping.
"So we break in and take it, I don't know." CC shrugged, turning to Agnes. "You can literally turn invisible. We'll be fine."
"I'm still getting used to this dimension, but I'm pretty sure that's illegal on this one too," Pip said.
"It is," Wednesday added. "It could draw unwanted attention if not done correctly."
CC crossed her arms, regarding the entire room then.
"I don't see any other plans being offered."
Silence fell around them as they considered it, much to Enid's disbelief.
"You can't be serious." She said, standing up to CC. "You can't just walk around town looking like me committing crimes."
"I'll just talk to them. If all else fails, Agnes breaks in without being seen. Virtually no crime involved. Didn't these people steal the book in the first place?"
Enid scoffed, turning to Wednesday for support, the only person who had seemed to agree that this plan was too risky.
"Interesting. These two share your proclivity to felonies," Wednesday said.
"I do not have a proclivity to felonies. All my felonies are committed trying to save you," Enid replied, fairly annoyed.
"What about the bus you clawed up when Ajax stood you up?" Wednesday retorted. "And the hall banner you stole at last year's Poe Cup."
"And the chair you threw at Valerie Santino last week," Agnes added.
"Okay, enough!" Enid finally yelled, having had enough of her so-called friends' examples.
"Doesn't seem I can do anything worse than that," CC said with a grin, which did not help Enid's bubbling outrage.
"We are not breaking into someone's house just to get a book!" Enid said, finally.
Not twenty minutes later, they were hot-wiring one of the campus's service cars to get to Jericho, with Enid at the wheel, Agnes on the passenger side, and CC on the back, sporting an unrelenting smug grin.
"You also know how to hot-wire a car?" CC asked, poking her head between an annoyed Enid and an amused Agnes.
"Wednesday taught me how," Enid muttered bitterly, pulling into the street.