“They were back. The demons in all their glory. And they had a plan. I made plans sometimes, too, but they rarely involved world domination. Hot dogs on a grill, maybe. Tequila.”

“Maybe that had been his plan all along, or maybe not. But one thing's for certain- now that I had said it, it was his plan.”

“As I pulled into the parking lot, I reflected that odds were that not a lot of clandestine meetings involving mystical assassination, theft of arcane power, and the balance of power in the realms of the supernatural had taken place in a Wal-Mart Super Center. But then again, maybe they had. Hell, for all I knew, the Mole Men used the changing rooms as a place to discuss plans for world domination with the Psychic Jellyfish from Planet X and the Disembodied Brains-in-a-Jar from the Klaatuu Nebula. I know I wouldn't have looked for them there.”

“I plan on growing old much later in life, or maybe not at all.”

“So, what's the plan for today?" If he asked for the whole day's plan he couldn't get in Slayde's way, right?"It's Wednesday. Wednesday is library day and I promised we could eat lunch at the park. Then someone told me they wanted macaroni and cheese for supper."He looked at the kids. "It wasn't me." He gave Christian a wink."No. Me," answered Christian. "With hot dogs in it."Oh, gag."Isn't that nice." Maybe Slayde would let him order them something for the grown-ups.Christian nodded, grinned. "Macamaronis and hot dogs! Yay!"The girls cheered. "Yay!”

“Sometimes, even the best of plans will occur to you when it is too late.”