“Come on, dude. You can’t me believe that our best friend is a witch. It’s just not possible.” Sam paced back and forth in his living room. “It’s true. I was there when it first happened. She’s been too terrified to tell anyone, I wanted to tell you weeks ago.” Perry plopped a teeny cookie into his mouth. “Weeks? How long has this been going on?” Sam faced Perry. The food in his mouth betrayed his speech “Couple months.”
Perry walked towards his car, grabbed his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his way into the car. Before he sat down, he looked into Sam’s bedroom window as Sam looked at him. He shook his head and got into the car. No one may believe me, but she needs his help. He thought.