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with reading. Fiona carried all kinds of books. There were books on new age subjects and herbal medicine, on the history of Scotland and of the Cherokee Nation; she even had history books on West Virginia, Appalachia, the Revolutionary and Civil Wars and on Morgan County. Of course, she had all kinds of tourist books and pamphlets as well. They covered the major tourist spots within a hundred-mile radius. I spent my breaks perusing these books. The first books I read chronicled the C and O Canal, its history and the national park that ran all the way from Washington D.C. to Paw Paw. I read about the natural hot springs that ran behind the store and gave Berkeley Springs it’s other name, the Town of Bath. George Washington made this place famous when it became one of his favorite vacation spots. His outdoor bathtub, made from natural stone, was a frequent tourist attraction. The springs are still popular with the DC elite.
***
Each day I felt progressively better. Soon I was out of the wheelchair and just using crutches. As my mobility improved and my knowledge of the store increased, I was able to walk around the book shop and assist customers face-to-face. In the mornings, Evan accompanied me up the stairs to make sure I got up them okay. Each time, Cassie flirted outrageously with him. So did Kimberly from the herbal products counter and Madison from the jewelry counter. In spite of being seriously jealous, I had to accept that Evan was something more than just a good-looking guy to the women of the clan.
By the time Saturday came around, I’d traded in the crutches for a cane. This pleased me a great deal. I was almost able to walk completely under my own power and still amazed at how quickly I’d healed. As soon as Fiona laid her hands on me during the healing treatments, I instantly felt better. I could sense the bones and tendons stitching themselves back together again under her touch.
Already overjoyed because I’d been given an extra hour of sleep, Evan surprised me further when he picked me up by saying, “It’s Saturday. We’re going to the farmer’s market.”
“Do you mean I don’t have to work today?”
“That’s right. Fiona thinks you deserve a break; so do I.”
“Yay,” I grinned. “What’s a farmer’s market?”
“You’ll see.”
***
The Farmer’s Market was a Berkeley Springs tradition. On the weekends from 10 AM until 2 PM various farmers and amateur gardeners brought either their produce or wares made from their produce to a street across from the town square. The street was closed off to cars and the vendors set up stalls and laid out their produce on folding tables and stands.
Evan pointed to a stall at the end of the street. “That’s the stall from Fiona’s farm. Her foreman, Duncan, runs it.”
We struggled to make our way to Fiona’s stall because it seemed everyone, either vendor or shopper, knew Evan and wanted a word with him. They were all very curious about me. A few of the women and all of the teenage girls we ran into stared at me as if I were the enemy in a dangerous war. A lot of the conversations revolved around local events and gossip. Many people asked Evan his opinion on all kinds of issues. This struck me as odd since Evan didn’t look like a town elder.
He introduced me to each of them, but I couldn’t keep all the names and faces straight. However, each person regarded me with respect once they realized I was related to Fiona. Curiously, it seemed both Fiona and Evan held places of high regard in this community.
“Evan, how many of these people are part of the Cacapon clan?”
He paused a moment and scanned the crowd, then he responded. “All of them except for those tourists over there looking at the potted herbs.”
“Are you and Fiona the clan leaders or something?”
“We’re members of the clan council, so I guess so.”
“Oh.” I considered this new information. Evan had referred to himself as the clan’s Great Seer. I
***
Each day I felt progressively better. Soon I was out of the wheelchair and just using crutches. As my mobility improved and my knowledge of the store increased, I was able to walk around the book shop and assist customers face-to-face. In the mornings, Evan accompanied me up the stairs to make sure I got up them okay. Each time, Cassie flirted outrageously with him. So did Kimberly from the herbal products counter and Madison from the jewelry counter. In spite of being seriously jealous, I had to accept that Evan was something more than just a good-looking guy to the women of the clan.
By the time Saturday came around, I’d traded in the crutches for a cane. This pleased me a great deal. I was almost able to walk completely under my own power and still amazed at how quickly I’d healed. As soon as Fiona laid her hands on me during the healing treatments, I instantly felt better. I could sense the bones and tendons stitching themselves back together again under her touch.
Already overjoyed because I’d been given an extra hour of sleep, Evan surprised me further when he picked me up by saying, “It’s Saturday. We’re going to the farmer’s market.”
“Do you mean I don’t have to work today?”
“That’s right. Fiona thinks you deserve a break; so do I.”
“Yay,” I grinned. “What’s a farmer’s market?”
“You’ll see.”
***
The Farmer’s Market was a Berkeley Springs tradition. On the weekends from 10 AM until 2 PM various farmers and amateur gardeners brought either their produce or wares made from their produce to a street across from the town square. The street was closed off to cars and the vendors set up stalls and laid out their produce on folding tables and stands.
Evan pointed to a stall at the end of the street. “That’s the stall from Fiona’s farm. Her foreman, Duncan, runs it.”
We struggled to make our way to Fiona’s stall because it seemed everyone, either vendor or shopper, knew Evan and wanted a word with him. They were all very curious about me. A few of the women and all of the teenage girls we ran into stared at me as if I were the enemy in a dangerous war. A lot of the conversations revolved around local events and gossip. Many people asked Evan his opinion on all kinds of issues. This struck me as odd since Evan didn’t look like a town elder.
He introduced me to each of them, but I couldn’t keep all the names and faces straight. However, each person regarded me with respect once they realized I was related to Fiona. Curiously, it seemed both Fiona and Evan held places of high regard in this community.
“Evan, how many of these people are part of the Cacapon clan?”
He paused a moment and scanned the crowd, then he responded. “All of them except for those tourists over there looking at the potted herbs.”
“Are you and Fiona the clan leaders or something?”
“We’re members of the clan council, so I guess so.”
“Oh.” I considered this new information. Evan had referred to himself as the clan’s Great Seer. I
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