An 18 year old boy killing time

Joey Holmes was furious. He had just turned 18 and had two months of high school left. His dad was always away on business, and he was often left alone with his bitchy, self-absorbed trophy wife step-mom, and her entitled, vapid 20 year old daughter who not only flunked out of college, but got a DUI and lost her license.

Joey's stepmom ordered him to drive his stepsister Stephanie downtown to do some shopping. His stepmom said if he did not do it, she would take his car away. Joey reluctantly agreed. He parked the car, and Stephanie bounded out without so much as a thanks.

Joey wandered around downtown until he came to a strange shop. He entered it. It was full of odds and ends, weird statuettes, crystals, vials of liquid, atomizers, figurines, jewelry, and other knick knacks.

He looked around until he saw a bent, small old man walk up to him.

"May I help you, young man?"

"Um, just looking," said Joey.

"Ah, that is quite all right, but if there is anything you need, just let me know."

"Something to deal with my bitchy stepmom and stepsister," muttered Joey.

"Ah, I may have something to help you, there!" said the old man. "Come this way."