You sit at your desk trying to work on that project which your boss told you must be done by Friday or the world as you know it will end, but your mind just keeps wandering back to that conversation with Doris.

        After four cups of coffee and gnawing through three pencils, you give up.  You walk down the hall to her office and stick your head in the door.  "Hey Doris, got a minute?" you ask.

        "Certainly," she says.

        You give a cursory glance each way and then you go in, shutting the door behind you.

        Doris gives you a wry look.  "Uh-oh.  It's going to be one of those conversations, is it?"

Whitch Way do you go?
 
You say, "I need a love spell."
 

You say, "I need a money spell."
 

You say, "So just where do you get all those animals you sacrifice?"