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were thicker than I had ever seen them.
I grabbed my crystal ball and rushed back to the storage room. I sat her on the small table in front of the sofa and sat on the edge, trying to get a good look at where he was. He acted as though he didn’t know who he was.
“Pull out,” I ordered her to show the entire scene.
Oscar was standing in the middle of the Locust Grove Piggly Wiggly. He had his hand out, taking money from people passing by. He needed me. It wasn’t too long ago he had denounced his heritage in order to save me, erasing from his mind his spiritualist gifts. Was he having residual effects of that? Was he sick?
“I’ve got to go.” I grabbed Madame Torres and rushed out of the storage room. I dug deep in my bag and snatched my phone from the bottom. “Faith,” I called Faith Mortimer. She worked for me in the shop from time-to-time. “Can you please come work the day here? I have an emergency.”
True to her word, she was down the street and behind the counter in no time.
“Are you okay?” Her thin, pale face grew still and serious.
“I’m fine.” I didn’t have time to confide in anyone else. I had to go rescue the man I loved. “I’m not sure if I will be back before closing, but I’ll be back for the ceremony.”
I grabbed my bag with Madame Torres rolling around in the bottom, Mr. Prince Charming at my feet. I had to get to Oscar as quick as I could. Faith would be able to take care of Tiffany and anyone else in the shop.
“Oh!” I snapped my fingers and twirled around on my toes. “Constance should be in here to get the mojo bag on the counter with her name on it. Give her Patience’s antlers too, please.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.” Faith saluted me.
“June!” Ophelia rushed in on my way out. The bell over the door rapidly dinged back and forth. “I need your help,” she cried. There was a look of despair on her face.
“I’m in a bit of a hurry.” I shoved past her.
“But I need you!” Ophelia grabbed my arm. Her tears stung the edges of her eyes. “The Whispering Falls Grinch stole all my holly, wreath, and garland along with the song books and Santa’s kettle! Santa quit and so did the carolers. What am I going to do?”
“Ophelia,” I pulled her out onto the steps of the shop and out of the way of incoming customers. I smiled and nodded at them politely as they passed. “I have to get somewhere really fast. So I’m going to have to talk about this with you later.”
“But, June,” she stammered, “you said you’d help me whenever I needed you.”
“I will.” I gripped my bag, wishing I had grabbed my cape, but there was no time. “I have someone else who needs me a little bit more right now.”
I bolted down the steps, throwing my bag across my body, and around the shop, up the hill to my cottage where the Green Machine, my ’88 two-toned green El Camino, was buried under the snow.
I used my whole arm and ran it down the hood, side and windshield of the car to brush off the snow, not caring if I got frostbite. Oscar was in trouble. Madame Torres showed me that and if I didn’t get to the Piggly Wiggly in time, he might wander off.
The Green Machine rattled from the cold, but started right up. I pushed the heat all the way to the right and cranked the old style knob. Mr. Prince Charming jumped up on the dash and curled up near the heating duct, though it was still blowing cold. It would heat up pretty quickly.
“Are we ready?” I rubbed the dash for luck and looked at Mr. Prince Charming. He looked back at me without lifting his head.
I pulled the gearshift down into drive. The snow groaned as the tires rolled over it. I prayed I wouldn’t get stuck in the snow. Surely the sunshine had melted enough to get me into Locust Grove.
The Green Machine took the curves and hugged the road all the way to Locust Grove. I passed our childhood homes, aching for the long ago days of no stress when it was just my little homeopathic booth at the local
I grabbed my crystal ball and rushed back to the storage room. I sat her on the small table in front of the sofa and sat on the edge, trying to get a good look at where he was. He acted as though he didn’t know who he was.
“Pull out,” I ordered her to show the entire scene.
Oscar was standing in the middle of the Locust Grove Piggly Wiggly. He had his hand out, taking money from people passing by. He needed me. It wasn’t too long ago he had denounced his heritage in order to save me, erasing from his mind his spiritualist gifts. Was he having residual effects of that? Was he sick?
“I’ve got to go.” I grabbed Madame Torres and rushed out of the storage room. I dug deep in my bag and snatched my phone from the bottom. “Faith,” I called Faith Mortimer. She worked for me in the shop from time-to-time. “Can you please come work the day here? I have an emergency.”
True to her word, she was down the street and behind the counter in no time.
“Are you okay?” Her thin, pale face grew still and serious.
“I’m fine.” I didn’t have time to confide in anyone else. I had to go rescue the man I loved. “I’m not sure if I will be back before closing, but I’ll be back for the ceremony.”
I grabbed my bag with Madame Torres rolling around in the bottom, Mr. Prince Charming at my feet. I had to get to Oscar as quick as I could. Faith would be able to take care of Tiffany and anyone else in the shop.
“Oh!” I snapped my fingers and twirled around on my toes. “Constance should be in here to get the mojo bag on the counter with her name on it. Give her Patience’s antlers too, please.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.” Faith saluted me.
“June!” Ophelia rushed in on my way out. The bell over the door rapidly dinged back and forth. “I need your help,” she cried. There was a look of despair on her face.
“I’m in a bit of a hurry.” I shoved past her.
“But I need you!” Ophelia grabbed my arm. Her tears stung the edges of her eyes. “The Whispering Falls Grinch stole all my holly, wreath, and garland along with the song books and Santa’s kettle! Santa quit and so did the carolers. What am I going to do?”
“Ophelia,” I pulled her out onto the steps of the shop and out of the way of incoming customers. I smiled and nodded at them politely as they passed. “I have to get somewhere really fast. So I’m going to have to talk about this with you later.”
“But, June,” she stammered, “you said you’d help me whenever I needed you.”
“I will.” I gripped my bag, wishing I had grabbed my cape, but there was no time. “I have someone else who needs me a little bit more right now.”
I bolted down the steps, throwing my bag across my body, and around the shop, up the hill to my cottage where the Green Machine, my ’88 two-toned green El Camino, was buried under the snow.
I used my whole arm and ran it down the hood, side and windshield of the car to brush off the snow, not caring if I got frostbite. Oscar was in trouble. Madame Torres showed me that and if I didn’t get to the Piggly Wiggly in time, he might wander off.
The Green Machine rattled from the cold, but started right up. I pushed the heat all the way to the right and cranked the old style knob. Mr. Prince Charming jumped up on the dash and curled up near the heating duct, though it was still blowing cold. It would heat up pretty quickly.
“Are we ready?” I rubbed the dash for luck and looked at Mr. Prince Charming. He looked back at me without lifting his head.
I pulled the gearshift down into drive. The snow groaned as the tires rolled over it. I prayed I wouldn’t get stuck in the snow. Surely the sunshine had melted enough to get me into Locust Grove.
The Green Machine took the curves and hugged the road all the way to Locust Grove. I passed our childhood homes, aching for the long ago days of no stress when it was just my little homeopathic booth at the local
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