I want you to meet Mum and Baby Dave and me back here at midnight on the dot. Not a second later, you understand? If you’re not back at the East Gate by midnight, I’m gonna let Mum come after you and do a street performance of her one-woman play about the lady who loses her children and goes mad and ends up thinking she’s a squirrel. All right?” Morrigan laughed, but Homer and Hawthorne were wide-eyed. “Please don’t do the song, Mum,” said Hawthorne. “No promises, boyo,”
