"Want a Klondike Bar Brady?"
Roman was disappointed. He pulled the Klondike Bar out of his back pocked and waved it in front of Brady.
"Come on Brady. What would you do for a Klondike Bar?"
Brady didn't know what to do. He was really tempted to click his heels but he had to think about the possibility of ending up in a worse Salem.
"No really Roman you should eat it."
Roman smiled and took the Klondike Bar and stuck it in his mouth. He didn't even bother to remove the wrapper. Brady wondered if this Roman was a bit insane.
"I'm a good looking lady."
Brady heard Bo before he saw the man walking out of the library singing. It was weird to see his uncle dressed in drag even though the man knew how to pull it off.
"Hey Brady. What's happening?"
Bo scratched his head and tugged on his wig. He was always worried that it would come off while he was working.
"I'm not sure."
Brady was about to ask Bo a question when Roman spit out the Klondike Bar wrapper and walked over to Bo.
"Was it gross?"
"Burned beyond recognition I think we'll need dental records."
Roman picked something out of Bo's hair and stuck it in his mouth.
To Be Cont.