company.”
We walked in
silence past the lake and up the hill to my rental, savoring every single
delicious bite.
Chapter
Thirteen
The cleansing
must’ve worked. I didn’t have a nightmare and slept like a baby for the first
time in years. Even Mr. Prince Charming was curled up next to me when I woke
up.
“Glad to see you
didn’t steal any more charms.” I ran my hands down his back and along his tail.
A bit of
happiness was in my soul. There were things I had to do, like get a lawyer,
figure out how to get a mold of those footprints at the lake, and talk to
Gerald.
The sun hit the
side-table and illuminated Darla’s journal. I was going to try to read a little
bit of it before bed last night, but the smudging ceremony mentally exhausted
me and before I knew it, my head hit the pillow and I was out. Luckily I didn’t
have another nightmare, so maybe the smudging thing should happen every night.
I rub my finger
over the gold lettering on the old cover. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had
deliberately left it for me just in case I did find my way back to Whispering
Falls and discover that I was like my father—a spiritualist.
Mr. Prince
Charming curled up on the pillow, next to my head, when he realized it was
going to be one of those mornings. Lazy.
I turned the
cover. Mildew and dust tickled my nose. The pages were crisp. Almost fragile as
if they were dry-rotted.
Eloise and I
made our pact today. The only other person I told was Izzy. There was no way I
was going to tell Otto. He’s so professional and if he knew I was talking to
Eloise, he’d throw a fit. I wish knew what Eloise did to get banned from the village,
but Izzy won’t tell me and I can’t let anyone else know that I found her. She
really could be a lot of help around here in making A Dose of Darla a real
potion shop. I’m just glad I can help her use her gifts. Plus June loves her.
How in the world
did I love someone I didn’t even remember? If I loved her so much, why wasn’t
she in my life? I was sure that Izzy could answer those questions.
Mewl, mewl . Mr. Prince
Charming had enough of Darla’s journal.
“Fine. Let’s get
going.” I threw the bedspread back and planted my feet in the shag carpet. It
was way better than the old hardwood floors the Cape Cod had. Quickly I glanced
at the next entry before I put the journal back on the table. There didn’t seem
to be anything that popped out at me. Nothing that couldn’t wait until later.
We made our way
to our new kitchen. No different than every other morning, I made my coffee and
threw a scoop of cat food in Mr. Prince Charming’s bowl. I had no idea why I
bother. He ends up eating my leftovers or I just make double.
Out of the corner
of my eye, I saw someone walking down the empty street of Whispering Falls. It
was still early and the streets wouldn’t be filled for a couple of more hours.
I could see a
woman with short red hair and wore a long cloak. She was mumbling something and
swinging a long chain.
“What in the
world?” I squinted to confirm that she was swinging smoke out of a ball at the
other end of the chain.
Izzy came into
the light wearing a different A-line skirt, a purple choice today, and the same
pointy-toed ankle boots. She gestured towards my house. I ducked in case they
saw me spying on them.
“Who are you and
why are you looking up here?” This was a feeling I didn’t like. After all I was
still the only suspect in Ann’s death.
It’s wasn’t me
they should be looking at. I can’t say my smudging ceremony technique was a
gift or more of bull on my part, but I did know that Gerald got sick and left.
According to smudging “rules,” if someone gets sick during the ceremony, they
have evil souls.
I took a sip of
my coffee and looked at Mr. Prince Charming. “I can drink tea in the morning
instead of this.” I set the mug down and went back into my bedroom to get
ready.
I had plenty of
time to grab a cup of tea before work and
We walked in
silence past the lake and up the hill to my rental, savoring every single
delicious bite.
Chapter
Thirteen
The cleansing
must’ve worked. I didn’t have a nightmare and slept like a baby for the first
time in years. Even Mr. Prince Charming was curled up next to me when I woke
up.
“Glad to see you
didn’t steal any more charms.” I ran my hands down his back and along his tail.
A bit of
happiness was in my soul. There were things I had to do, like get a lawyer,
figure out how to get a mold of those footprints at the lake, and talk to
Gerald.
The sun hit the
side-table and illuminated Darla’s journal. I was going to try to read a little
bit of it before bed last night, but the smudging ceremony mentally exhausted
me and before I knew it, my head hit the pillow and I was out. Luckily I didn’t
have another nightmare, so maybe the smudging thing should happen every night.
I rub my finger
over the gold lettering on the old cover. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had
deliberately left it for me just in case I did find my way back to Whispering
Falls and discover that I was like my father—a spiritualist.
Mr. Prince
Charming curled up on the pillow, next to my head, when he realized it was
going to be one of those mornings. Lazy.
I turned the
cover. Mildew and dust tickled my nose. The pages were crisp. Almost fragile as
if they were dry-rotted.
Eloise and I
made our pact today. The only other person I told was Izzy. There was no way I
was going to tell Otto. He’s so professional and if he knew I was talking to
Eloise, he’d throw a fit. I wish knew what Eloise did to get banned from the village,
but Izzy won’t tell me and I can’t let anyone else know that I found her. She
really could be a lot of help around here in making A Dose of Darla a real
potion shop. I’m just glad I can help her use her gifts. Plus June loves her.
How in the world
did I love someone I didn’t even remember? If I loved her so much, why wasn’t
she in my life? I was sure that Izzy could answer those questions.
Mewl, mewl . Mr. Prince
Charming had enough of Darla’s journal.
“Fine. Let’s get
going.” I threw the bedspread back and planted my feet in the shag carpet. It
was way better than the old hardwood floors the Cape Cod had. Quickly I glanced
at the next entry before I put the journal back on the table. There didn’t seem
to be anything that popped out at me. Nothing that couldn’t wait until later.
We made our way
to our new kitchen. No different than every other morning, I made my coffee and
threw a scoop of cat food in Mr. Prince Charming’s bowl. I had no idea why I
bother. He ends up eating my leftovers or I just make double.
Out of the corner
of my eye, I saw someone walking down the empty street of Whispering Falls. It
was still early and the streets wouldn’t be filled for a couple of more hours.
I could see a
woman with short red hair and wore a long cloak. She was mumbling something and
swinging a long chain.
“What in the
world?” I squinted to confirm that she was swinging smoke out of a ball at the
other end of the chain.
Izzy came into
the light wearing a different A-line skirt, a purple choice today, and the same
pointy-toed ankle boots. She gestured towards my house. I ducked in case they
saw me spying on them.
“Who are you and
why are you looking up here?” This was a feeling I didn’t like. After all I was
still the only suspect in Ann’s death.
It’s wasn’t me
they should be looking at. I can’t say my smudging ceremony technique was a
gift or more of bull on my part, but I did know that Gerald got sick and left.
According to smudging “rules,” if someone gets sick during the ceremony, they
have evil souls.
I took a sip of
my coffee and looked at Mr. Prince Charming. “I can drink tea in the morning
instead of this.” I set the mug down and went back into my bedroom to get
ready.
I had plenty of
time to grab a cup of tea before work and
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