The Drive Home (Richard and Rebecca)

[a magical taco]

Richard grabbed the handle above his head and thanked the universe that he had his seat beat on. As the driver behind them layed on his horn Richard tossed out a spell to make the driver think he had an itchy butt hole. 'Be a dick' he thought to himself about the other driver. Richard watched Rebecca as she began to lose control. She managed to get the suv to the side of the road for what passes as safely when a woman is driving, they didn't wreck at least, and she put her head on the wheel.

He knew that Rebecca had a tendency to be emotional, even more so than your average female and he had learned that this was part of handling her. Yet he stool found it to be exhausting and tedious. He let her cry several times she tried to speak but nothing really came out that made any sense. She finally turned to face him but her mumbling didn't improve. Once again he watched the array of emotions wash over her. Only a woman could change her emotional state so quickly.

Rebecca's first coherent words were simply, "I am so sorry" unfortunately that didn't explain anything.

"How bout communicating my way, thus time" he asked. Terror washed over her. That was a new emotion in this conversation, if it could be called that. She took his hand. She was trembling but she put his hands to her temple and closed her eyes. Richard took a breath and realised the magic. He could see and hear her struggle. The difficult car ride, outside the diner, then Mr black. He saw what she had told him. The spelled ended and Rebecca started to sob even more.

Richard took a deep breath, " I wish you hadn't done that, I mean this is not a big deal, but it does mean I will have to move faster now. I need to get home quickly, want me to drive?"