morning,” he said, pursing his lips as though Congress ought to really have passed a law to prevent mail-opening delays.
“Well, that sure is sweet of you to make sure people get their mail early.”
“But it’s not five yet, so I could give you your mail. Your new mail from England.”
“From London?” I asked excitedly. “I’ll pull over.” I wheeled the car into a driveway and threw it into park.
I met George next to the van. He took out a heavy-bond envelope and handed it to me.
“George, you’re one in a million,” I said, giving him a quick hug.
“Just doing my duty.” He swung the van door closed, checked to be sure it was secure, then went back to the driver’s seat. With a brief hand out the window in a makeshift wave, he drove away.
I got in my car, setting the envelope on the dashboard. “A letter from Aunt Mel, Merc,” I exclaimed as I drove to Bryn’s. “Hopefully she’ll explain who the woman from the brooch vision is. Did you see the way she thrust her hand in the vision? A witch, I’d say.”
At Bryn’s gate, I pressed the security buzzer. After a bit of hesitation, Steve’s familiar voice filled the air.
“It’s Tammy Jo. Let me in?”
“Sure. I’ll meet you at the front door,” he said.
The gate opened, and I drove up the fancy paved stone circle drive and parked. I got my suitcase out, but left the brooch locked inside the trunk. Somehow I didn’t think it would be good to bring it into Bryn’s, where security cameras recorded everything that went on except for in the bedrooms.
“A suitcase?” Steve asked, running a hand over his brush cut.
“Yeah, think he’ll mind?”
“No, but we’d better ask him.”
“Well, I’ll put it here until he wakes up,” I said, rolling it to the corner of the foyer.
“He’s up.”
“Already?”
“He’s on the back lawn.”
“The back . . .” I glanced at Mercutio. “Where’s his dog, Angus?” Bryn’s Rottweiler and Merc got along like—well, like cats and dogs.
“Gone. Lennox came by yesterday and took him.”
“Oh, Bryn’s dad is back. Isn’t that—” Too bad. “Nice.”
“Yeah, I can tell you’re thrilled,” he said with a grin. “Look, I’ve got to go back to the monitors. You’ll wait here until he comes in?”
“Sure, I’ve got an important letter to read,” I said, sitting on the settee.
Steve went back down the hall, and I opened the envelope. The letter was on thick stationery with filigree cutouts along the top. Super delicate. Ivory paper with black ink. Also inside the envelope, there were two thick strands of black satin ribbon.
Dear darling,
I’m so sorry we haven’t called! So much time passed without our realizing it. Things are very different in the N.
“The N? The Never? Slang for faeryland, I think,” I said to Merc, who was licking his paws.
We’re both doing well. Marlee found the one she was looking for. Not everyone is happy about that, but he is. Unfortunately, his kind are very possessive, and if he and Marlee want to be together, they have to prove their devotion. The one who lords over everyone—we’ll call her the Queen Bee—insists that Marlee stay there.
I want her to come home, but she’s determined to stay with him—at least for now.
Meanwhile, I did manage to get out of there. Thankfully! I have a few things to do in the UK before I can come home. I’ve sent some packages. Look for them and keep them safe.
Edie tells me that you’ve been having some adventures. She says you’ve entered into a new phase in your life and that you’re doing brilliantly, especially considering that there’s no one from the family to help you. (Please don’t turn to anyone that you shouldn’t for advice. You know better!) I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can. Or you could come here. I would love for you to! I miss you. If not, if you can spare Edie, would you send me the locket? I really need her to be at her strongest and having the locket close
“Well, that sure is sweet of you to make sure people get their mail early.”
“But it’s not five yet, so I could give you your mail. Your new mail from England.”
“From London?” I asked excitedly. “I’ll pull over.” I wheeled the car into a driveway and threw it into park.
I met George next to the van. He took out a heavy-bond envelope and handed it to me.
“George, you’re one in a million,” I said, giving him a quick hug.
“Just doing my duty.” He swung the van door closed, checked to be sure it was secure, then went back to the driver’s seat. With a brief hand out the window in a makeshift wave, he drove away.
I got in my car, setting the envelope on the dashboard. “A letter from Aunt Mel, Merc,” I exclaimed as I drove to Bryn’s. “Hopefully she’ll explain who the woman from the brooch vision is. Did you see the way she thrust her hand in the vision? A witch, I’d say.”
At Bryn’s gate, I pressed the security buzzer. After a bit of hesitation, Steve’s familiar voice filled the air.
“It’s Tammy Jo. Let me in?”
“Sure. I’ll meet you at the front door,” he said.
The gate opened, and I drove up the fancy paved stone circle drive and parked. I got my suitcase out, but left the brooch locked inside the trunk. Somehow I didn’t think it would be good to bring it into Bryn’s, where security cameras recorded everything that went on except for in the bedrooms.
“A suitcase?” Steve asked, running a hand over his brush cut.
“Yeah, think he’ll mind?”
“No, but we’d better ask him.”
“Well, I’ll put it here until he wakes up,” I said, rolling it to the corner of the foyer.
“He’s up.”
“Already?”
“He’s on the back lawn.”
“The back . . .” I glanced at Mercutio. “Where’s his dog, Angus?” Bryn’s Rottweiler and Merc got along like—well, like cats and dogs.
“Gone. Lennox came by yesterday and took him.”
“Oh, Bryn’s dad is back. Isn’t that—” Too bad. “Nice.”
“Yeah, I can tell you’re thrilled,” he said with a grin. “Look, I’ve got to go back to the monitors. You’ll wait here until he comes in?”
“Sure, I’ve got an important letter to read,” I said, sitting on the settee.
Steve went back down the hall, and I opened the envelope. The letter was on thick stationery with filigree cutouts along the top. Super delicate. Ivory paper with black ink. Also inside the envelope, there were two thick strands of black satin ribbon.
Dear darling,
I’m so sorry we haven’t called! So much time passed without our realizing it. Things are very different in the N.
“The N? The Never? Slang for faeryland, I think,” I said to Merc, who was licking his paws.
We’re both doing well. Marlee found the one she was looking for. Not everyone is happy about that, but he is. Unfortunately, his kind are very possessive, and if he and Marlee want to be together, they have to prove their devotion. The one who lords over everyone—we’ll call her the Queen Bee—insists that Marlee stay there.
I want her to come home, but she’s determined to stay with him—at least for now.
Meanwhile, I did manage to get out of there. Thankfully! I have a few things to do in the UK before I can come home. I’ve sent some packages. Look for them and keep them safe.
Edie tells me that you’ve been having some adventures. She says you’ve entered into a new phase in your life and that you’re doing brilliantly, especially considering that there’s no one from the family to help you. (Please don’t turn to anyone that you shouldn’t for advice. You know better!) I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can. Or you could come here. I would love for you to! I miss you. If not, if you can spare Edie, would you send me the locket? I really need her to be at her strongest and having the locket close
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