come up with a spell from Majique the internet witch to save the day.’
‘I took the liberty of finding a magic shop and bought a talisman,’ she says waving a small wooden carving at me.
‘A talisman? Jesus, Mel! You’re serious?’
‘It’s all you’ve got, so I’d think you would be more appreciative of my creative thinking.’
‘I am…I am,’ I say, rolling around the night’s events in my mind.
There is no other option now. Hunter will make those phone calls as soon as he wakes up and that will be the end of it all. God knows what lies he’ll tell Aiden. He’ll probably never speak to me again. Cressida will be in raptures. I should have been honest and told him. We’ve all got a past and how could anyone predict that a man I fell for 11 years ago would turn out to be the enemy of the love of my life?
Mel and her crazy idea may be the only thing that can save me. I laugh and cry at the same time.
‘Hey, it’s all going to be all right, Lou,’ she says, smiling at me sympathetically.
My mascara is running into my eyes, stinging like crazy while my stomach muscles convulse with laughter. Crazy .
‘Thanks, Mel. I’d be lost without you. It’s probably worth a try, isn’t it? Seeing as there’s no hope coming in any other form.’ Absolutely no hope at all. ‘What do we need to do?’
‘Just download the spell from the internet, after you pay for it,’ she says quietly.
‘Okay. How much does it cost?’
Mel mumbles something.
‘Sorry, I know my hearing is alcohol-impaired tonight, but how much was it?’ I ask again.
‘$700 if you go for the grand deluxe spell.’
‘$700! Does Majique have a budget version?’
Mel looks at me, unimpressed.
Chapter 5
Forty minutes later, Mel parks the car in the driveway of my cottage in the leafy suburb of Briar Hill. The street, mostly populated by young families in renovated weatherboard or orange clinker-brick houses, is quiet this time of night. It’s quiet at any time of night, and that is part of the reason why this little cottage is so perfect.
The two-tone pale and dark blue picket fence, so proudly painted by Dad on a Sunday in late summer, frames a lush green lawn with a curved, paved brick pathway that connects the front gate to the porch. Lillipillies and dwarf magnolias provide a natural screen for the front bedroom and lounge room, which face onto the street, while lavender and jasmine brighten up the garden beds.
Mel opens the front door, switches on the lights and powers up her laptop.
‘It’s a really good site, Lou. Just wait til you see it.’
‘Let’s do this quickly,’ I say. ‘You find the internet site and I’ll make us a cup of chamomile tea. Hunter could have come to already. We may not have much time.’
Quick as a snap, Mel has the page containing the spell loaded and ready to go. Majique, the internet witch, has an incredible website. It’s a bit like those infomercials that are so convincing that, after five minutes of brainwashing, people ring up and order the Snuggie, even though they live in the tropics and will never use it. Already, I am convinced this will work.
‘When all hope is lost, Majique’s spells will bring miracles and positivity into your life,’ says Mel as she reads aloud.
‘The Memory Deletion Spell uses powerful white magic to persuade the mind to erase the memory of a person or event,’ I add. ‘The spell uses positive energy to convince the person that the event is of such a low priority that it becomes a regressive memory too difficult for the conscious mind to recall. Only via deep specific hypnosis or meditative practices could it be brought forward again.’
My gaze falls to Mel. ‘So Hunter won’t remember me because I will be deemed irrelevant in his conscious mind? Even when he sees me at the cocktail party?‘
‘Hmm…apparently. He’d have to be intentionally hypnotised to remember you.’
‘Does it sound too good to be true?’ I ask, already knowing the
‘I took the liberty of finding a magic shop and bought a talisman,’ she says waving a small wooden carving at me.
‘A talisman? Jesus, Mel! You’re serious?’
‘It’s all you’ve got, so I’d think you would be more appreciative of my creative thinking.’
‘I am…I am,’ I say, rolling around the night’s events in my mind.
There is no other option now. Hunter will make those phone calls as soon as he wakes up and that will be the end of it all. God knows what lies he’ll tell Aiden. He’ll probably never speak to me again. Cressida will be in raptures. I should have been honest and told him. We’ve all got a past and how could anyone predict that a man I fell for 11 years ago would turn out to be the enemy of the love of my life?
Mel and her crazy idea may be the only thing that can save me. I laugh and cry at the same time.
‘Hey, it’s all going to be all right, Lou,’ she says, smiling at me sympathetically.
My mascara is running into my eyes, stinging like crazy while my stomach muscles convulse with laughter. Crazy .
‘Thanks, Mel. I’d be lost without you. It’s probably worth a try, isn’t it? Seeing as there’s no hope coming in any other form.’ Absolutely no hope at all. ‘What do we need to do?’
‘Just download the spell from the internet, after you pay for it,’ she says quietly.
‘Okay. How much does it cost?’
Mel mumbles something.
‘Sorry, I know my hearing is alcohol-impaired tonight, but how much was it?’ I ask again.
‘$700 if you go for the grand deluxe spell.’
‘$700! Does Majique have a budget version?’
Mel looks at me, unimpressed.
Chapter 5
Forty minutes later, Mel parks the car in the driveway of my cottage in the leafy suburb of Briar Hill. The street, mostly populated by young families in renovated weatherboard or orange clinker-brick houses, is quiet this time of night. It’s quiet at any time of night, and that is part of the reason why this little cottage is so perfect.
The two-tone pale and dark blue picket fence, so proudly painted by Dad on a Sunday in late summer, frames a lush green lawn with a curved, paved brick pathway that connects the front gate to the porch. Lillipillies and dwarf magnolias provide a natural screen for the front bedroom and lounge room, which face onto the street, while lavender and jasmine brighten up the garden beds.
Mel opens the front door, switches on the lights and powers up her laptop.
‘It’s a really good site, Lou. Just wait til you see it.’
‘Let’s do this quickly,’ I say. ‘You find the internet site and I’ll make us a cup of chamomile tea. Hunter could have come to already. We may not have much time.’
Quick as a snap, Mel has the page containing the spell loaded and ready to go. Majique, the internet witch, has an incredible website. It’s a bit like those infomercials that are so convincing that, after five minutes of brainwashing, people ring up and order the Snuggie, even though they live in the tropics and will never use it. Already, I am convinced this will work.
‘When all hope is lost, Majique’s spells will bring miracles and positivity into your life,’ says Mel as she reads aloud.
‘The Memory Deletion Spell uses powerful white magic to persuade the mind to erase the memory of a person or event,’ I add. ‘The spell uses positive energy to convince the person that the event is of such a low priority that it becomes a regressive memory too difficult for the conscious mind to recall. Only via deep specific hypnosis or meditative practices could it be brought forward again.’
My gaze falls to Mel. ‘So Hunter won’t remember me because I will be deemed irrelevant in his conscious mind? Even when he sees me at the cocktail party?‘
‘Hmm…apparently. He’d have to be intentionally hypnotised to remember you.’
‘Does it sound too good to be true?’ I ask, already knowing the
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