William climbed up the stairs, his friend & co-director close behind.
"Now what did you say your grandmother did for a living?"
"She was a call girl."
"A what?!"
"You know, she answered phones for the phone company."
"An operator?"
"Yeah that."
Kaithlyn facepalmed, "Billy, you're hopeless."
"Now what did you say your grandmother did for a living?"
"She was a call girl."
"A what?!"
"You know, she answered phones for the phone company."
"An operator?"
"Yeah that."
Kaithlyn facepalmed, "Billy, you're hopeless."
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"I'll meet you in the middle, Bill, but that's the best you're getting."
"Fine. Now, what kind of props did you want?"
William carefully pulled the top most truck off the stack.
"Stuff that looks like it's out of Victorian England."
"Best get to moving."
The young man grumbled, but didn't argue. It would have been rude to tell her to help him open his own grandmother's trunks.
"I hope this is worth it. You know I'll have to restack them."
"But you're so strong, Bill."
Kaithlyn smiled, and examined the chests already laid out.
"Leather goods? What's Altar Accoutrements? Was your grandma a nun?"
William grabbed down another trunk.
Kaithlyn gasped, "A pentacle?"
"A what?"
"That 5 pointed star thing witches use."
"Nan Olivier wasn't a witch."
Kaithlyn opened the altar trunk, "Oh wow!"