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wasn’t
sure what the voodoo rules were, shejust read people’s tarot
cards for Christ’s sake. She could somewhat tell people their
futures not change them or alter their lives in any way. As far
as she was concerned it didn’t matter what those cards said,
everyone was responsible for and made their own destiny.
The dates on Lezetta’s stone were 1835 to 1859. She
had only been a year younger than herself. Drew didn’t want
to ask any favors of the witch. She didn’t want to be obligated
to anyone or anything but, out of respect for the young woman,
she wanted to leave her a gift. She felt in her ragged jeans
pocket for a quarter and found only a crumpled up five dollar
bill. She bent back down to the cup and lifted the lid once
more. She tried to tuck the bill behind some of the coins that
were already in the cup without actually disturbing the coins.
She failed. Some of the coins went tumbling from their current
position. That’s when she noticed the most beautiful diamond
ring that she had ever seen. It was so obviously antique. She
wanted so badly to touch it, to pick it up and put it on her
finger.
To hell with rituals and rules, she thought.
“May I?” She said to the grave and then picked up the
ring to have a better look. “I promise I will put it right back,
I’m just admiring.” She said when she felt a cool breeze blow
by.
The ring was gorgeous. It was a Claddagh Irish ring.
As all Claddagh rings did, it had a crown on top of two hands
holding a heart.
In the middle of the heart was the most
beautiful heart shaped diamond.
“Let love and friendship reign.” She said quietly. She
turned the ring over to read the engraving on the back.
“Forever Yours, Brendan.”
She felt that damn pang in her heart this time. Then
she felt the tears roll down her face.
“What happened to you two? You
were both so young.
I’ve never even felt anything close to what he must have felt
for you. I have never even had the desire to try. Does that
mean that I never will?”
She felt another breeze blow by her, but this time it felt
warm. Almost like a hug.
She placed the ring carefully back
into the cup and closed the lid then wiped the tears from her
cheek. It was time to take a ride. She needed to clear her head.
She hadn’t cried in many years and yet the last two days had
made her more emotional than she had been her whole life.
She was becoming girly and she didn’t like it. Before she
cleared her head too much though, she thought she would visit
the local library. Maybe she could find some information on
these two. Later she would come back and clean up their grave
sites.
The morning had turned out to be a pretty good one.
She called her insurance agent and found out that the life
insurance policy her mother had bought her when she was born
was now worth $10,000 cash value.
She drove straight there,
signed the papers and was told that the money should be direct
deposited in her bank account within a few days.
She used the rest of her last paycheck and tips to
purchase some art supplies, lots of food for the pantry, a couple
of magazines and the new Nora Roberts novel, and paid the
taxi cab driver a fifty dollar tip in advance to at least take her
things to the front door.
She had him stop by the storage
company and have them meet him with her television as well.
She wasn’t sure how she was going to carry that by herself into
the house, she figured that she would manage somehow.
Drew supposed the next investment she was going to
have to make was a car. Living downtown near everything that
she could possibly need made owning a motorcycle as you’re
only means of transportation no problem at all. Now that she
lived out in BFE she was finding it difficult to get her things
where she needed on nothing but a Harley.
She had one more stop to make before she went home
and that was the library. She didn’t know what kind of public
records she would be able to get from 1859 and 1860 but
sure what the voodoo rules were, shejust read people’s tarot
cards for Christ’s sake. She could somewhat tell people their
futures not change them or alter their lives in any way. As far
as she was concerned it didn’t matter what those cards said,
everyone was responsible for and made their own destiny.
The dates on Lezetta’s stone were 1835 to 1859. She
had only been a year younger than herself. Drew didn’t want
to ask any favors of the witch. She didn’t want to be obligated
to anyone or anything but, out of respect for the young woman,
she wanted to leave her a gift. She felt in her ragged jeans
pocket for a quarter and found only a crumpled up five dollar
bill. She bent back down to the cup and lifted the lid once
more. She tried to tuck the bill behind some of the coins that
were already in the cup without actually disturbing the coins.
She failed. Some of the coins went tumbling from their current
position. That’s when she noticed the most beautiful diamond
ring that she had ever seen. It was so obviously antique. She
wanted so badly to touch it, to pick it up and put it on her
finger.
To hell with rituals and rules, she thought.
“May I?” She said to the grave and then picked up the
ring to have a better look. “I promise I will put it right back,
I’m just admiring.” She said when she felt a cool breeze blow
by.
The ring was gorgeous. It was a Claddagh Irish ring.
As all Claddagh rings did, it had a crown on top of two hands
holding a heart.
In the middle of the heart was the most
beautiful heart shaped diamond.
“Let love and friendship reign.” She said quietly. She
turned the ring over to read the engraving on the back.
“Forever Yours, Brendan.”
She felt that damn pang in her heart this time. Then
she felt the tears roll down her face.
“What happened to you two? You
were both so young.
I’ve never even felt anything close to what he must have felt
for you. I have never even had the desire to try. Does that
mean that I never will?”
She felt another breeze blow by her, but this time it felt
warm. Almost like a hug.
She placed the ring carefully back
into the cup and closed the lid then wiped the tears from her
cheek. It was time to take a ride. She needed to clear her head.
She hadn’t cried in many years and yet the last two days had
made her more emotional than she had been her whole life.
She was becoming girly and she didn’t like it. Before she
cleared her head too much though, she thought she would visit
the local library. Maybe she could find some information on
these two. Later she would come back and clean up their grave
sites.
The morning had turned out to be a pretty good one.
She called her insurance agent and found out that the life
insurance policy her mother had bought her when she was born
was now worth $10,000 cash value.
She drove straight there,
signed the papers and was told that the money should be direct
deposited in her bank account within a few days.
She used the rest of her last paycheck and tips to
purchase some art supplies, lots of food for the pantry, a couple
of magazines and the new Nora Roberts novel, and paid the
taxi cab driver a fifty dollar tip in advance to at least take her
things to the front door.
She had him stop by the storage
company and have them meet him with her television as well.
She wasn’t sure how she was going to carry that by herself into
the house, she figured that she would manage somehow.
Drew supposed the next investment she was going to
have to make was a car. Living downtown near everything that
she could possibly need made owning a motorcycle as you’re
only means of transportation no problem at all. Now that she
lived out in BFE she was finding it difficult to get her things
where she needed on nothing but a Harley.
She had one more stop to make before she went home
and that was the library. She didn’t know what kind of public
records she would be able to get from 1859 and 1860 but
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