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civil while he was in the café.
I hurried back to the kitchen. I still didn’t let Grandma Imelda know about this man’s behavior.
“What did he order, dear?”
“Just a cheeseburger,” I said as I started making his food.
I thought about making a pie for him, but there was no guarantee he would eat it, so I decided to add the magic to the cheeseburger. The desserts seemed to absorb the magic better, resulting in stronger spells, but I would add magic in other foods if I had to—mashed potatoes seemed to work well too. The spices popped and sparkled as I added them to the burger on the grill. For good measure, I added just a dash more.
Grandma Imelda turned to me. “He needs a spell?”
I smiled. “I just thought it would be a nice way to end his evening.”
She wiped her hands on her apron. “That’s nice. A happy spell?”
I nodded. “Yes, he will be blissful for a short while.”
I finished the food and marched out into the dining area. He turned to look at me as I neared his table.
“It’s about time,” he snapped.
I was trying hard, but one more comment like that and he might end up with ketchup on his head. I placed the plate in front of him and he immediately grabbed the burger and started eating.
I stepped back over to the counter to watch Dr. Jekyll turn into Mr. Hyde. He ate the entire burger surprisingly fast and I wondered if the spell would even work after being consumed so quickly. As soon as he finished he turned to look at me. I had hoped he would smile, but his scowl had turned even nastier. This wasn’t supposed to happen. His eyes almost looked as if they were glowing. I swallowed hard as he stood from the table. What was he going to do? I hoped he didn’t come over and yell at me. Or something worse.
In one fluid movement, the man grabbed the table and flipped it in the air. The plate and glass flew in the air before crashing onto the floor.
Grandma Imelda ran from the kitchen. “What happened?”
I didn’t even know what to say to her. The man’s face had turned red. He grabbed the nearby chair and smashed it against the floor, breaking it into pieces.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Grandma Imelda yelled.
I stepped in front of her. “Don’t get too close to him, Grandma. I think there’s something wrong with him.”
The man reached for another chair. If he kept this up I wouldn’t have anything left of the café. Just then the door opened. Tom stormed in and grabbed the chair from the man’s hands. It all happened so quickly. Tom grabbed the guy by his shirt and marched him toward the door. Grandma Imelda and I raced across the café and out onto the sidewalk.
Tom tossed the guy onto the street. “I don’t want to ever see you in here again.”
I’d never seen Tom so mad. The man stumbled up from the pavement. He glared at Tom, but didn’t speak. We watched as he stumbled across the street and down the sidewalk a little way.
Tom had acted as if he knew this man. We watched as he climbed inside a big red truck that was parked on the street. Just then the truck’s headlights turned on and the engine revved. The truck drove down the street right in front of the café.
For a moment, I could have sworn the truck was Rory’s. But I supposed it just looked like his. There would be no way this man would know Rory or get in the truck with him. I released a deep breath when the truck’s taillights went out of sight. I hoped I never saw that man again.
I felt Tom’s eyes on me. I knew what he was thinking. I hoped that I could avoid the topic. Finally I had to look over at him. He was staring at me with his gorgeous eyes.
“Was that Rory’s truck?” he asked.
I frowned. “No. Of course not. That was just a truck that looked like his.”
Tom looked out at the street again. I knew he was suspicious and didn’t believe me. “You have to admit that it was a little suspicious, no?”
“No, I don’t have to admit anything,” I said. “I don’t
I hurried back to the kitchen. I still didn’t let Grandma Imelda know about this man’s behavior.
“What did he order, dear?”
“Just a cheeseburger,” I said as I started making his food.
I thought about making a pie for him, but there was no guarantee he would eat it, so I decided to add the magic to the cheeseburger. The desserts seemed to absorb the magic better, resulting in stronger spells, but I would add magic in other foods if I had to—mashed potatoes seemed to work well too. The spices popped and sparkled as I added them to the burger on the grill. For good measure, I added just a dash more.
Grandma Imelda turned to me. “He needs a spell?”
I smiled. “I just thought it would be a nice way to end his evening.”
She wiped her hands on her apron. “That’s nice. A happy spell?”
I nodded. “Yes, he will be blissful for a short while.”
I finished the food and marched out into the dining area. He turned to look at me as I neared his table.
“It’s about time,” he snapped.
I was trying hard, but one more comment like that and he might end up with ketchup on his head. I placed the plate in front of him and he immediately grabbed the burger and started eating.
I stepped back over to the counter to watch Dr. Jekyll turn into Mr. Hyde. He ate the entire burger surprisingly fast and I wondered if the spell would even work after being consumed so quickly. As soon as he finished he turned to look at me. I had hoped he would smile, but his scowl had turned even nastier. This wasn’t supposed to happen. His eyes almost looked as if they were glowing. I swallowed hard as he stood from the table. What was he going to do? I hoped he didn’t come over and yell at me. Or something worse.
In one fluid movement, the man grabbed the table and flipped it in the air. The plate and glass flew in the air before crashing onto the floor.
Grandma Imelda ran from the kitchen. “What happened?”
I didn’t even know what to say to her. The man’s face had turned red. He grabbed the nearby chair and smashed it against the floor, breaking it into pieces.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Grandma Imelda yelled.
I stepped in front of her. “Don’t get too close to him, Grandma. I think there’s something wrong with him.”
The man reached for another chair. If he kept this up I wouldn’t have anything left of the café. Just then the door opened. Tom stormed in and grabbed the chair from the man’s hands. It all happened so quickly. Tom grabbed the guy by his shirt and marched him toward the door. Grandma Imelda and I raced across the café and out onto the sidewalk.
Tom tossed the guy onto the street. “I don’t want to ever see you in here again.”
I’d never seen Tom so mad. The man stumbled up from the pavement. He glared at Tom, but didn’t speak. We watched as he stumbled across the street and down the sidewalk a little way.
Tom had acted as if he knew this man. We watched as he climbed inside a big red truck that was parked on the street. Just then the truck’s headlights turned on and the engine revved. The truck drove down the street right in front of the café.
For a moment, I could have sworn the truck was Rory’s. But I supposed it just looked like his. There would be no way this man would know Rory or get in the truck with him. I released a deep breath when the truck’s taillights went out of sight. I hoped I never saw that man again.
I felt Tom’s eyes on me. I knew what he was thinking. I hoped that I could avoid the topic. Finally I had to look over at him. He was staring at me with his gorgeous eyes.
“Was that Rory’s truck?” he asked.
I frowned. “No. Of course not. That was just a truck that looked like his.”
Tom looked out at the street again. I knew he was suspicious and didn’t believe me. “You have to admit that it was a little suspicious, no?”
“No, I don’t have to admit anything,” I said. “I don’t
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