The story so far (continues from Last Post thread)
It was time to stop the pussyfooting. The blanket couldn't be too far away even or it's effects would lose it's potency on Helen/Blondy's good luck. I was just about to ask the obvious when a feeling of being watched came over me. Someone was using psychic powers to eavesdrop on our conversation. It was difficult to explain.
"Well whatever happens don't tell me were the blanket is, who knows who is listening in"
Helen took the hint, my shift eye movements probably helped.
"Oh that'll be Casandra," said casually remarked, "She's always trying to get the fleece come blanket back. She's been trying since I was given it. Her argument goes something along the lines of,
'It's mine, mine I tell ya' mine give it back it's mine, mine, give it you pox faced little bitch. You wheedled you way in to get it and it doesn't belong to you so give it here or else'
What she doesn't realise that it's only the hate and jealousy that has kept her alive all these years. If I ever did give it to her she would die. I try to tell her but she doesn't listen. One day maybe I will, just get her of my back"
Great, monks, druids, pixies and now psychic ranting sister in laws. How much worse could it get. Stupid question I thought almost immediately.