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staircase, her spine cracking against each tread of the stairs. Pain flashed in her back until it consumed her.
In the void, a tiny pin prick sparkled and expanded until Angie’s vision fully returned. A breath of air escaped her throat. She released her hold on Mr. Finch’s cane.
“Are you okay?” Ellie gave her sister a strange look.
“I think I’m getting a headache. I felt dizzy for a second.” Angie took a quick look at Mr. Finch.
He pushed himself off the sofa, holding tight to his cane. Ellie took Finch’s arm and the two walked to the front staircase.
“Be careful on the stairs,” Angie called to them as Ellie helped Mr. Finch up to his room.
***
The four sisters sat on the sofas in the family room each holding plates with slices of pizza and portions of fresh salad. Angie made the pizza after she’d had a nap and a shower. She wanted to cook something normal, something that no one would have a weird reaction to. She was careful not to put any intentions into the dough.
“Next time you attempt a spell, you need to keep focused on your thoughts.” Courtney bit into her pizza slice. “Don’t let extraneous ideas surface while you bake.”
“I didn’t realize,” Angie said. “At least now we know that things wear off, it’s nothing permanent. Thankfully.”
Jenna said, “Still, you’ll need to be careful when you bake. Make sure nothing slips from your mind into the food.”
“I’m just glad Mr. Finch is okay.” Ellie grabbed a napkin from the coffee table.
Angie told her sisters what the cab driver said about Finch arriving in Sweet Cove two days prior to the murder. “I distinctly remember Finch telling me that he’d only just arrived on the morning of the murder.”
Courtney sat up. “Why did he lie? Did he kill his brother?”
Jenna looked at Ellie. “You clean his room everyday. Look through his things. See if you can find any evidence. Maybe he has a shirt with blood on it.”
“I’m not looking through his things.” Ellie stabbed a piece of lettuce with her fork. “That’s completely unethical.”
“So is murdering your brother,” Jenna said. Her legs were curled under her, the dinner plate balanced on her knees.
“Something happened to me when I passed Finch his cane today.” Angie told them of the vision she had of being shoved down a staircase.
“What was that about?” Ellie’s face had worry lines creased across her forehead.
“Was it a warning?” Jenna turned concerned eyes to Angie. “A premonition?”
Angie shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll just be careful around stairs for a while, I guess.”
“Wait.” Courtney’s eyes widened. “Was Finch holding the cane at the same time you held it?”
“I think so,” Angie said. “Yes, I handed it to him, so we both had our hands on it at the same time. Why?”
“Could the vision have been from Finch? Like a memory, transmitted to you through the cane?” Courtney said.
The three girls’ faces were blank. They thought about Courtney’s idea.
“Maybe?” Angie said with a soft voice.
Jenna said, “Maybe the image crossed into your mind because Finch had recently been under your muffin spell.”
“Why does everyone have powers surfacing all of a sudden?” Ellie looked like she had eaten something bad. “Is it this house?” She glanced around the room, a worried and frightened look on her face.
“I don’t have any powers.” Even though Jenna was trying to reassure her sister, she sounded slightly disappointed in her lack of abilities.
“It’s not the house,” Courtney said. “It’s us.” She reached for another slice of pizza.
Ellie put her empty plate on the coffee table. “Why don’t you just ask Finch again if he was in town prior to the day his bother was killed? Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding.” Ellie picked up her glass of lemon water. “And then you could ask him, oh by the way, have you ever been pushed down a flight of stairs?”
“He might find that
In the void, a tiny pin prick sparkled and expanded until Angie’s vision fully returned. A breath of air escaped her throat. She released her hold on Mr. Finch’s cane.
“Are you okay?” Ellie gave her sister a strange look.
“I think I’m getting a headache. I felt dizzy for a second.” Angie took a quick look at Mr. Finch.
He pushed himself off the sofa, holding tight to his cane. Ellie took Finch’s arm and the two walked to the front staircase.
“Be careful on the stairs,” Angie called to them as Ellie helped Mr. Finch up to his room.
***
The four sisters sat on the sofas in the family room each holding plates with slices of pizza and portions of fresh salad. Angie made the pizza after she’d had a nap and a shower. She wanted to cook something normal, something that no one would have a weird reaction to. She was careful not to put any intentions into the dough.
“Next time you attempt a spell, you need to keep focused on your thoughts.” Courtney bit into her pizza slice. “Don’t let extraneous ideas surface while you bake.”
“I didn’t realize,” Angie said. “At least now we know that things wear off, it’s nothing permanent. Thankfully.”
Jenna said, “Still, you’ll need to be careful when you bake. Make sure nothing slips from your mind into the food.”
“I’m just glad Mr. Finch is okay.” Ellie grabbed a napkin from the coffee table.
Angie told her sisters what the cab driver said about Finch arriving in Sweet Cove two days prior to the murder. “I distinctly remember Finch telling me that he’d only just arrived on the morning of the murder.”
Courtney sat up. “Why did he lie? Did he kill his brother?”
Jenna looked at Ellie. “You clean his room everyday. Look through his things. See if you can find any evidence. Maybe he has a shirt with blood on it.”
“I’m not looking through his things.” Ellie stabbed a piece of lettuce with her fork. “That’s completely unethical.”
“So is murdering your brother,” Jenna said. Her legs were curled under her, the dinner plate balanced on her knees.
“Something happened to me when I passed Finch his cane today.” Angie told them of the vision she had of being shoved down a staircase.
“What was that about?” Ellie’s face had worry lines creased across her forehead.
“Was it a warning?” Jenna turned concerned eyes to Angie. “A premonition?”
Angie shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll just be careful around stairs for a while, I guess.”
“Wait.” Courtney’s eyes widened. “Was Finch holding the cane at the same time you held it?”
“I think so,” Angie said. “Yes, I handed it to him, so we both had our hands on it at the same time. Why?”
“Could the vision have been from Finch? Like a memory, transmitted to you through the cane?” Courtney said.
The three girls’ faces were blank. They thought about Courtney’s idea.
“Maybe?” Angie said with a soft voice.
Jenna said, “Maybe the image crossed into your mind because Finch had recently been under your muffin spell.”
“Why does everyone have powers surfacing all of a sudden?” Ellie looked like she had eaten something bad. “Is it this house?” She glanced around the room, a worried and frightened look on her face.
“I don’t have any powers.” Even though Jenna was trying to reassure her sister, she sounded slightly disappointed in her lack of abilities.
“It’s not the house,” Courtney said. “It’s us.” She reached for another slice of pizza.
Ellie put her empty plate on the coffee table. “Why don’t you just ask Finch again if he was in town prior to the day his bother was killed? Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding.” Ellie picked up her glass of lemon water. “And then you could ask him, oh by the way, have you ever been pushed down a flight of stairs?”
“He might find that
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