The Sisters Ms Sermon tapped her fingers one right after the other. In quick rhythm on the fine wooden desk, like a musical arpeggio. It was 11 P.M. Lightning flashed through the shuttered windows of the Victorian mansion. With thunder close behind. She downed a glass of scotch. Then opened the desk drawer, pulling out a leather bound journal that bore her name. BRITTANIA She felt pretty this night. Prettier than she'd felt in a long while. She rubbed her hand over the cover of the journal and began to remember the events of this day fondly. There had been a girl that came to her door... ******* "Hi my name is Laura and I'm doing a college paper on the history of new coven. Do you mind if I come in and ask a few questions Ms?" "Ms. Sermon. B. Sermon. And no sweetie come right in. Sit down in the living room and make yourself at home." "Thanks. I'm kinda wound tight. Might feel good to sit down." Laura said, with a cute white smile. "Sit tight and I'll get refreshments. Said