Shopping for blood

I'm writing this sitting in the back seat of my uncle's car, on my brother's BlackBerry. Uncle Arne showed up at the house first thing this morning to take Charles Wallace out to Toronto to go to the Canadian Opera Company's garage sale. Arne said he needed new props, especially with the increased demands on his act at the Valhalla. My mother said I had to go to keep an eye on Charles Wallace and Arne, especially since I know my way around Toronto better than Arne does. "Don't let Charles Wallace buy any electronic equipment," my mother called when we left.