The next day you go over for your first day of work and the old crone suggests that today the two of you maybe could just sit and chat for awhile.
"Don't worry, this will count toward your two months of duty." the old crone assured her.
"Thanks," you reply. She offers you a chair and you both sit down while her tea set floats over between you and the hag.
"One lump or to, deary?" she offers.
"Two please," you reply. the two of you sit and chat for a while and you come to realize that she's not as bad as you fist though she was, and you comment on that.
"No offense, but when I first met you yesterday you didn't really strike me as one being so nice."
"Normally I'm not. But there are some conditions, only two, really that I can think of, when I try to be nice to the people around me. The first one is when things go the way I expect them to, like back at my tent when I expect a customer to try my stuff, or right now when i get the proper payment for my goods from my customers. If you had run off from the tent yesterday bad things would have happened to you."
You slurp your tea nervously. "And if I had managed to escape from your yard?"
"Something even worse, because you had promised payment and then left without leaving it. Even if you didn't make of with what you had paid for it's still rather rude to do that, don't you think, Deary?"
"Oh yes, and I'm sorry. You said there were to conditions that you were nice to people, what's the other one?"
"The second condition, is when I manage to see and understand that what I am doing truly bothers the people around me. Take yesterday in the basement: Just before you ran back up the stairs I turned around to ask if you were alright. Though the light was dim I was able to make out that you were frightened. If I hadn't done that then I wouldn't have been able to stop you and, like I said, bad things happen to those who skip out on payment."
"Well I appreciate that, thank you." is your reply. "So, I just need to come over for a few hours every day for various odd jobs over the course of 60 days and I get the pills, right? No catch?"
"No catch" The old crone replied, although she appeared to be slightly less cheery after saying that. Over the next two months you do the chores she asks you to do; the outside chores mainly consisted of things like raking leaves, cleaning the windows, mowing the lawn, stuff that, like she said, people would notice if they were done all by themselves. There weren't a whole lot of inside chores, but they were ones that did require time to complete and would seem suspicious if they were done overnight. True to her word the old crone, whose name you had learned was Isabella, did several of the minor chores like doing the dishes, dusting, and other kids stuff that old women of her age were barely able to do. For the rest, like vacuuming, laundry, and the other stuff in between your chores and her chores. she had enchanted the house to take care of for her. During some of the parties Isabella held you see her sometimes talking in a group of other, younger women, and many times she points in your direction and the others look over with looks on their faces that you couldn't quite place, but they didn't seem to be bad looks. When you asked Isabella about them she just said that she had told them what you were doing for her and left it at that. On the last day you had just come back into the house after patching a hole on the roof and, since it was getting late you wanted to let her know you were leaving. She wasn't in her sitting room like she normally was at this time, so you went to check her room, but when you got there you received a horrifying shock. There on the bed was Isabella, lying straight as a board with her hands folded on her torso. As you step closer you realize that she. . .
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