Marketplace

"You look like hell." Faith never was one for social niceties. "You didn't take on those brats of Xander's, did you?"

Andrew shook his head, still looking a little shell-shocked. "Dolores asked me to pick up some groceries while I was out."

"And you got mugged?"

"No. I didn't know what anything on the list was and when I asked, these terrifying West Indian women smacked me in the back of the head and said things like; That's a squash, you stupid boy. It was frightening."

Faith tapped a finger on her chin. "You think we could recruit them?"