Lexi came out of the bathroom, hastily dressed in jeans and black tee shirt. Her hair was uncombed and still wet. Although she spoke in a normal tone, she held her fingers to her lips.<br/><br/>“Nothing is wrong, Mr. von Engels. Are you ready to leave yet?” Lexi waggled her eyebrows toward the bathroom, still signaling to be quiet. “ I think I need some Starbucks this morning. Don’t you? You look like you worked all night.”<br/><br/>Lexi laced up her Chuck Taylors and grabbed up her backpack, hoping Mr. von Engels would take the hint and just come with her.<br/><br/>She mouthed at him,<br/><br/>“Let’s go. I will tell you about it outside.”<br/><br/>Lexi certainly hoped he was smarter than most men and could semi read lips, because how could she tell him about the message (if it really was a message), if something evil was in her flat? It would hear her and gut her and that was not a pleasant thought. And Maybe she was nuts or hallucinating as a result of alcohol poisoning. She was almost embarrassed to tell him what had happened, but she guessed with screaming like the Exorcist that she owed him an explanation.<br/><br/>Still in a normal and even somewhat louder voice she said,<br/><br/>“I’m so glad you stayed here last night. Now I know there is nothing to this curse thing and I have nothing to fear. I guess working with those creepy things in that shop have messed up my head.”<br/><br/>She was frantically pointing toward the bathroom while moving toward her front door.<br/><br/>“I think I will get a new job down at the Jamba Juice. It would be a much healthier place to work,, don’t you think?”<br/><br/>Lexi was begging Mr. von Engels with her eyes to follow her lead so they could get the hell out of that flat.