"I don't know - there has to be someone. There are wizards here," Beverly pointed out, as if that answered all of the potential questions. But still, like. Yeah. Magic users. People who could sniff out the bad, maybe make recommendations besides 'just pretend it's not there, everything will be fine.'
Before she took the dwindling joint back, she sucked the neon orange cheesy dust off of her thumb, because that shit stuck there like glue and she wanted her last hit to actually count. Cheetos were good though. Delicious Cheetos.
"Do you have nightmares?" she wanted to know. "Not like...the kind we all get. I mean. Different ones. Stronger ones." If she was a betting woman, she'd have put money on yes. And he probably suffered in silence too, that Richie.