Foolish Desires

I have the perfect fairy costume to wear at Mama's annual Halloween open house party. If I can lose five pounds this week. Too bad my paranormal gifts don't include body sculpting.Mama always works her realtor magic, transforming the annual show home into a haunted mansion for the night. The early twentieth-century home she selected for this year's house doesn't need any help. There's already an oddity waiting in the upstairs bedroom.What I need in life is a position with a metropolitan law firm to begin my climb up the corporate ladder. What I get is a drink with Justin Lakes.I know! I swore off men until I get this cattywampus disaster I call my career fixed. Still, it doesn't hurt to talk to an attractive guy. Right?Howard assigns me to the defense of a terrorist who attempted to blow up the Guntersville Dam. Al-Qaeda? ISIS? No, it's the Freeman brothers. They are on opposite ends of the genius spectrum and night and day. The one thing they have in common? Undying loyalty to one another.While I can appreciate the sibling loyalty, their inability to grasp the gravity of their predicament is turning me into an old woman fast.What really irks me is my inability to use a mirror lately. It was irritating enough when the words Help me kept scrolling across the face of any mirror I use. But, the creepy blue-green face that keeps screaming at me? Well, that's just messed up.