I don’t have time.” That
was the truth. What little time I did have, I wanted to spend it
with Oscar, the sheriff of Whispering Falls and my one true love.
“Besides, who would watch the shop?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, but you
have to have a life for yourself.”
Little did she know, I did have a life
outside of this shop…only it was with Oscar.
“ I’ll check it out and let
you know.” She rolled her shoulders forward and then backwards,
following up with a few neck rolls. “Just thinking about yoga is
making me feel better.”
“ I bet it is.” My eyes
squinted as I watched her walk out the door. I muttered, “Something
is off with me today.” I peered out the window to see if Mr. Prince Charming
was around, but the only sight I saw was the Karima sisters
standing across the street watching the shop, as if they were
policing it or something.
“ You need to march right
over to the Mortimer’s and find out what tha t headline is all about.” Madame
Torres’ voice was low and demanding.
“ Aww. . .give Faith a
second chance.” I continued to look out the window and down the
street. My gut wasn’t giving me anything. Nothing. Nada. Maybe I
could use some yoga.
“ They didn’t give the
witches of Salem a second chance when they were hung or burned at
the stake.” Madame Torres spat back. She wasn’t going to let up
until I found out just what was going on.
“ We don’t live in Salem.
We live in Whispering Falls.” Quickly I pulled at my charm bracelet
on my wrist. I tapped the dangling silver baubles, hoping there
wasn’t a storm brewing. And if it was, at least I’d have my charms
to keep me safe. “Is there something in my future I should know
about? I’m feeling a little strange and I can’t pinpoint
it.”
“ Yeah, get old Alibaba out
of here.”
“ I can hear you!” Belur
shouted. The lid of his bottle shook from the vibration.
“ My bad. Get Alkazam out
of here.” She tried again.
“ Not my name! And you
could use a trip to the Lancome counter at a mall.” He wasn’t going
to let her have the last word.
“ Big purple butthead!” The
crystal ball looked like it was on fire, just like one of those
projects in a glass blowing class.
“ Really? Big purple
butthead?” Belur cackled, sending Madame
Torres in an all-out tizzy.
“ You nogoodsonofa…” Madame
Torres’s words ran together. Her gritted teeth and bright red lips
were the only visible part of her face in the globe. I grabbed her
with one hand and my bag with the other, stuffing her deep
within.
“ I won’t have this, you
two.” I didn’t feel well and I wasn’t their parent. I had to get
over to the Mortimer’s to figure out if there was something about
to happen, and if Belur has anything to do with it.
Chapter Four
“ Yoo-hoo! June!” Bella Van
Lou owner of Bellatrix Baubles, Bella’s Baubles for short, was
walking down the sidewalk toward me, waving her hands in the air.
The balls of her cheeks looked even more round than usual as her
smile exposed the gap between her two front teeth. “I was just
coming to see you.” She dangled something from her fingertips. “Are
you not opening the shop today?”
“ I am. I’m just running
down to Wicked Goods Bakery to make a quick visit with Faith.” I
used my old skeleton key to lock the ornamental gate in front of A
Charming Cure.
Oh no. I wanted to look away when I realized she was holding a
charm. A charm that had to be from Mr. Prince Charming.
“ I have a little gift for
you from Mr. Prince Charming.” She flung her long blonde hair
behind her shoulders and let it cascade down her five-foot two-inch
frame. She held out the charm for me to take. “I have to say, he
was adamant about this one. It’s a little different from most of
the charms he has given you.”
Reluctantly, I took the purple stone
encased in a silver mesh. Instantly, I knew it meant
protection…strong protection. But, from what? Mr. Prince