Works.”
“Well, I have to go back tomorrow.” I snuggled a little closer knowing my time was limited. “There was a bit of a mix up.”
“Like what?” He pulled away to look at me. His eyes shone bright in the pale light of the moon as it was peeking out for the night.
“Nothing for you to worry about.” I shirked it off. If Oscar knew what I was going to do tonight, he would tell me to forget it. He’d tell me that it’s only a couple hundred bottles—where I seen it as a couple hundred people I could help. “I will see you bright and early tomorrow.”
“And we can discuss the wedding later.” His words put comfort back in my heart. I knew I was going to be Mrs. Oscar Park, I just didn’t know when. I was going to have to rely on my witchy senses to tell me.
Chapter Eight
I knew this wedding was going to be a big deal and if there were a way around it, I would do it. I was envious of the couples that could do a destination wedding by going off to some exotic island or the couple who could simply go to the Justice of the Peace and get married in a small room at the courthouse.
Not in the spiritual community.
Weddings were a big deal. Especially when two spiritualists come together. Petunia and Gerald had showed me how big their wedding was and I wasn’t looking forward to it.
Since my parents weren’t here, I knew Aunt Helena was going to make sure it was done the Heal way and that included the spiritual side of events.
“June.” Aunt Helena sat at my kitchen table when I got home after saying my goodnight to Oscar. “I had to come straightaway.” She stood up and unfurled her arms. The sleeves of her cloak hung nearly to the ground. “Come.”
“No. I’m fine.” Her voice was bland. “I’m not a pawn in this little game between you and Eloise.”
“It’s not a game.” The words dripped out of her mouth as if she really meant them. Only I knew better. “You are my only remaining niece and I have to see to it that you have the wedding of your dreams. A proper wedding that includes all the Order of Elders, all the Presidents of all the villages, all the dignitaries throughout the different colleges, and the teachers. . .”
She rambled on and on about all the fancy people who I didn’t know but I let her and took out Madame Torres.
The globe glowed fiery red. Streaks of purple and yellow burst throughout the glass in little waves of lightning. Madame Torres appeared. The lime green turban propped on the top of her head. Her eyes grew large and liquid, melting into a wavy scene playing out at Head To Toe Works headquarters in the factory near the new conveyor belt. As the scene played out, it showed Burt in some sort of argument with someone—a shadowy figure. The person’s back was to me but one of my bottles was visible in the clutches of the person’s fisted hand and another in Burt’s hand.
I grabbed the globe and put it back into my bag.
“Aunt Helena, you must go.” I reached my arms out to the side and created a big fake yawn. “I’m tired and we can talk about this in a couple of days.” I pointed to the clock. “Look at the time. It’s late and I have to work tomorrow.”
“We all work tomorrow.” Her brow cocked as she watched me suspiciously. “The wedding isn’t causing all of your strange behavior. What is really going on with you?”
“Nothing.” I opened the door and secretly thanked the world for the spiritual laws. Rule Number One in particular. It deemed that no other spiritualist could read another spiritualist. Meaning Aunt Helena couldn’t try to figure out what was really bothering me.
Those bottles and me getting there to put a spell on them.
“No need for a door.” She crossed her arms around her and in a blink of an eye and a puff of blue smoke, she was gone.
I took Madame Torres back out of the bag.
“Tell me who seeks me.” I gave her a specific order. Could the shadowy figure have been Tiffany and there was an argument
“Well, I have to go back tomorrow.” I snuggled a little closer knowing my time was limited. “There was a bit of a mix up.”
“Like what?” He pulled away to look at me. His eyes shone bright in the pale light of the moon as it was peeking out for the night.
“Nothing for you to worry about.” I shirked it off. If Oscar knew what I was going to do tonight, he would tell me to forget it. He’d tell me that it’s only a couple hundred bottles—where I seen it as a couple hundred people I could help. “I will see you bright and early tomorrow.”
“And we can discuss the wedding later.” His words put comfort back in my heart. I knew I was going to be Mrs. Oscar Park, I just didn’t know when. I was going to have to rely on my witchy senses to tell me.
Chapter Eight
I knew this wedding was going to be a big deal and if there were a way around it, I would do it. I was envious of the couples that could do a destination wedding by going off to some exotic island or the couple who could simply go to the Justice of the Peace and get married in a small room at the courthouse.
Not in the spiritual community.
Weddings were a big deal. Especially when two spiritualists come together. Petunia and Gerald had showed me how big their wedding was and I wasn’t looking forward to it.
Since my parents weren’t here, I knew Aunt Helena was going to make sure it was done the Heal way and that included the spiritual side of events.
“June.” Aunt Helena sat at my kitchen table when I got home after saying my goodnight to Oscar. “I had to come straightaway.” She stood up and unfurled her arms. The sleeves of her cloak hung nearly to the ground. “Come.”
“No. I’m fine.” Her voice was bland. “I’m not a pawn in this little game between you and Eloise.”
“It’s not a game.” The words dripped out of her mouth as if she really meant them. Only I knew better. “You are my only remaining niece and I have to see to it that you have the wedding of your dreams. A proper wedding that includes all the Order of Elders, all the Presidents of all the villages, all the dignitaries throughout the different colleges, and the teachers. . .”
She rambled on and on about all the fancy people who I didn’t know but I let her and took out Madame Torres.
The globe glowed fiery red. Streaks of purple and yellow burst throughout the glass in little waves of lightning. Madame Torres appeared. The lime green turban propped on the top of her head. Her eyes grew large and liquid, melting into a wavy scene playing out at Head To Toe Works headquarters in the factory near the new conveyor belt. As the scene played out, it showed Burt in some sort of argument with someone—a shadowy figure. The person’s back was to me but one of my bottles was visible in the clutches of the person’s fisted hand and another in Burt’s hand.
I grabbed the globe and put it back into my bag.
“Aunt Helena, you must go.” I reached my arms out to the side and created a big fake yawn. “I’m tired and we can talk about this in a couple of days.” I pointed to the clock. “Look at the time. It’s late and I have to work tomorrow.”
“We all work tomorrow.” Her brow cocked as she watched me suspiciously. “The wedding isn’t causing all of your strange behavior. What is really going on with you?”
“Nothing.” I opened the door and secretly thanked the world for the spiritual laws. Rule Number One in particular. It deemed that no other spiritualist could read another spiritualist. Meaning Aunt Helena couldn’t try to figure out what was really bothering me.
Those bottles and me getting there to put a spell on them.
“No need for a door.” She crossed her arms around her and in a blink of an eye and a puff of blue smoke, she was gone.
I took Madame Torres back out of the bag.
“Tell me who seeks me.” I gave her a specific order. Could the shadowy figure have been Tiffany and there was an argument
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