At Seven-years-old he was determined that his sister didn’t deserved to be sold on Ebay... 


...the little demon needed to be exorcised. 


After careful consideration they both decided that the living room would be the best place to do it. 


<i>“Its dah biggest room in this teeny house.”</i> was Boomer’s excuse. 


And it really was. 


He refused to let Boomer paint the ceiling though. No way could they ever clean the <i>“Deve’s Trap”</i> off before his mother’s got home. Plus he figured his sister wouldn’t move at all if he gave her something shiny to play with. 

He and Boomer had sat her down in the middle of the living room. They weren’t allowed to play with lighters so they surrounded her with a bunch of un-lit candles that he’d found in his mother’s room. 

Boomer dribbled her with wine; they hadn’t been able to get holy water. Boomer assured him that if it was good enough for Jesus it was good enough for her. 

Just when his best friend started to chant in what he thought was Latin, his Daddy J and Uncle Hunter walked in on them. 


The two adults had looked at them for a long while before Daddy J turned to his uncle with a frown on his face. The one where you knew he was putting something together.  

<i>“What?”

“You let them watch that show again didn’t you?”</i>


He never got to hear the answer because his mother’s and Dad walked in just then. 

Gus was sure his he’d never seen his mommy Mel turn so many colors before. 

“<i>Splains a lot</i>...” Boomer later told him.