It was stressful. She hadn't expected work to be this much consistent. Now she knew why she left in the first place. But she had to think realisticly, and realistically, she couldn't afford rent on minmum wage and she didn't find flipping patties at a burger joint a prize winning career.
“The sister. A former power source of some kind.” The key, if she remember correctly. The monks were vague on the details, but basically she was formerly a mystical ball of energy who open up hell dimensions and was wedged into this reality with flase memories.
Abel had barely listened to the rest of Lilah's ranting, trying to finish off her popsicle before it became a puddle on the living room floor. “And Abel, do please use a napkin. You’re hand is getting rather messy.”
"Yes, mother," Abel mocked. She rose up from the couch to dispense the remainder of her popsicle in the trash and clean her hands in the kitchen. “Do you have anything else to tell me?” She scrubbed her hands vigourly with soup under the faucet, then turn the water off and dried her hands on a towl. "That's the gist of it. If anything new happens I'll fill you in."
She headed towards the dor, waving her hand in the air. "Thanks for the hospitality, peaches!" And with that she vanished from the apartment.