“Let’s go then,” said Ms.
Welch. “It’s too hot to stand here yacking about it. I need to be in the water
now.”
Mr. King laughed. “Maybe
it’s the witch’s curse?”
“No curse, just old age,”
snapped Ms. Welch, “let’s get moving!”
“Well look at you,” said
Rosemary coming out of her hiding place once Mr. King and Ms. Welch had left
the building. “All ready cursing people and in their presences. Maybe you want
to be caught?”
Elise shook her head. “I
want them gone.”
“Elise, honey, have you
stopped to look around at this town? I mean, it’s hardly a nightmare. They take
good care of it. They continue to expand the orchard organically. They have
wonderful community parties, the school is top notch, and there’s little
crime.”
“The crime is they had no
right to move here,” snapped Elise. “This is my home and my land. They came in
here to tear it up and mine it to the point of desolation. The only reason they
found nothing is because I cursed them to be blind to gold or this town would
be a city, full of pollution and greed. They took my land and you know they
tried to take my …” Elise hung her head.
“Didn’t you admit none of
the families that stayed had anything to do with that?” countered Rosemary.
“I’m pretty sure Roark took care of those men and they were never seen again.
Their families didn’t move here either.”
“What’s your point?”
Elise stormed to the storage room and grabbed a cart and then headed to the
overnight book drop, her feet stomping all the way.
“My point is,” said
Rosemary catching up with her as Elise slammed books onto the cart, “is that
maybe it’s time to bless these folks instead of cursing them? Maybe it’s time
to let the valley thrive as it is. Even if you get rid of the founding families,
not everyone is going to move away. You heard Mr. King say it was the prettiest
place on Earth. He’s not moving and I don’t think his granddaughter is either.”
“I just have to be
meaner,” said Elise. “Tonight I’ll change all her hair colors in her beauty
shop. Folks will go in for blonde and get pink.”
“That’s not my point,”
said Rosemary. “In two weeks, you’ll pretend to leave. You’ll do your youth
spell and come back looking fresh and ready for a new start. Why not actually
make it a new start? What if you embrace the changes and just try to be happy?”
“They stole from me!”
“Who?” came a voice from
the doorway and Elise was surprised that she didn’t recognize it. She stepped
out of the small closet where the overnight returns dropped. A man with
chocolate brown hair and eyes that matched, stood in the doorway looking at
her.
Elise quickly looked
around and saw that Rosemary had made herself disappear. She scratched her
head. “I was just … well I thought someone had stolen a DVD, but it was just
under another book. Unfortunately, that’s my pet peeve and you caught me at a
bad moment. I thought I was alone since I didn’t hear the door chime.”
Elise thought it was very
odd the door didn’t chime. It was a spell of her own and wouldn’t malfunction
like a store bought chime. The man gave her a half smile that made Elise’s
hackles rise. He may look ordinary, but every fiber of her being was telling
her differently.
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