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She caught the look Gemma and Fox shared and wondered what they might be thinking. Giving them a reassuring smile, she said, “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t expect you to go out in this hurricane.”
    “Do you think…?”
    “Could we?”
    Gemma and Fox fell laughing into each other’s arms as Enid watched. While she again felt a little uncomfortable intruding on a private moment this way, their merriment infected her, and she soon began giggling right along. The happiness warmed her for the first time since she’d passed over. “You realize that’s a sign you two have been spending too much time together.”
    “I don’t think so.” Gemma wiped the corner of one streaming eye. “We just happen to think a lot alike.” Patting Fox’s shoulder, she nodded. “I do think so. We managed all this so I’m sure we can do that as well.”
    “What?”
    “Be patient, Sis. You’ll see soon enough.”
    She watched the two women join hands and close their eyes. Though they didn’t speak aloud, their lips moved, and she imagined them to be muttering an incantation of some kind. Enid had no idea what they had in mind, but couldn’t wait to find out.
    “That should allow us to unload the truck now.” Fox took her hands from Gemma’s and wiped them on her pant legs. Enid noticed they trembled from exertion. “We’ll have to keep practicing, though. This was much harder than I expected.”
    “What have you done?”
    The women paid no attention to Enid as they opened the front door again.
    She moved to stand behind Gemma and look outside to where they’d backed Nana’s truck up to the entrance. A tarp covered the loaded bed. Though the wind and rain lashed against the front windshield of the old beater, the back seemed dry, and she squinted to see if she could make out the reason why. “Did you cast a protective shield?” When Gemma winked at her, she smiled back. “Your power is growing by leaps and bounds. I’m impressed.”
    The two women brought in the rest of the decorations as Enid watched with interest. Rotten pumpkins and gourds, dry and brittle cornstalks, and moldy bales of straw. She shuddered as she recalled they only looked that way to her. She imagined the pumpkins must be vivid orange, the gourds satisfying shades of deep green, earthy brown, and cream, and the stalks and hay a nice light yellow. They’d all be whole, too, not falling to pieces as they looked to her.
    Enid once again found herself directing the placement of the decorations while the others worked. She felt guilty for not being able to help more. When she got back, she’d do everything she could for her fellow coven members. She owed them a lot for all their help during this difficult time. Especially since she’d been the one to decide on such a short time frame to complete all the arrangements.
    As they worked, she muttered under her breath. “Where is that man? He’s so infuriating.”
    “Sounds like you’re angrier at him than you should be.” Gemma dug into one of the pumpkins with a carving knife as she glanced over her shoulder at her sister. “You aren’t falling for our dried-up old spook, are you?”
    “He’s not dried up!” Enid flushed as she realized how she must sound. Lowering her voice, she looked away from Gemma, since her sister could read her expressions much too well. “You can’t see him the way I do on this side. He’s not as old as he looks to you.”
    “Mm-hm,” said Fox. She nudged Gemma and nodded at Enid. “She’s been bitten by the bug.”
    “The love bug,” they said in unison, then laughed.
    Crossing her arms over her chest, Enid glided away. She looked up toward the second floor landing with the hope she might catch some sign of movement. “Go ahead and have your laugh. I don’t care.”
    “Two little lovebirds, sitting in a tree…”
    “Shush, Sis. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Enid frowned at Gemma. “There’s nothing between us. Even if I wanted there to