With her new attitude, she hoped her visions might be more positive and perhaps less intense. It would be nice if she could anticipate a pregnancy or a job promotion—something nice for a change. That kind of premonition she’d be willing to share.
An hour later, after finishing with Miriam, Teagan spent twenty minutes educating two ladies on the value of aromatherapy. While she was personable, her mind was still on her recent decision. Sitting by and doing nothing while Kip’s brother was in pain was no longer acceptable. Teagan really wanted to help Randy. Her motivation wasn’t simply to get back into Kip’s good graces; she genuinely cared about his brother. But she wouldn’t blame Kip if he never forgave her for not running to the hospital on the night Randy was stabbed.
The past was something she couldn’t change, but she could alter her behavior in the future. Instead of bemoaning her visions, she could use her powers to help others.
And who better to guide her on how to accomplish her lofty goal than Ophelia? The only stumbling block was finding the recluse. According to Izzy, she didn’t own a phone, and Teagan didn’t know where she lived. The only person who ever seemed to be able to reach her at will was Izzy, and right now, her cousin was teaching school. That meant Teagan would have to wait until the afternoon. Unfortunately, patience wasn’t her strong suit.
By the time lunch rolled around, Teagan was starving and quite fidgety, in part because she wasn’t sure she should leave the store. Aunt Kathryn was giving Mr. Murdoch an aura cleansing back at the Cove in Izzy’s old house, and Missy had a healing session with one client and had promised to help another lady with buying crystals a half hour later.
When the first of Missy’s clients left, Teagan rushed up to her. “Do you mind if I take my lunch first. I know you’re booked for the next hour.”
“Sure. Mom should be back shortly.”
“Great. Do you want me to bring you something?” Missy frequently ate in the store.
“I’d like to get out. It won’t be long before winter is here, and I want to enjoy the delicious fall weather while I can.”
“I hear ya.” Teagan grabbed her purse and dashed out. Relishing a chance for some exercise, she decided to walk to the Silver Lake Café on the north end of town, across from Hope Church.
Halfway there, she thought it would be easier to text Izzy now, rather than wait to call until after school let out. Perhaps in between classes, she could contact Ophelia and set up an appointment.
Teagan pulled out her phone, found the number, and then had to think how she wanted to word her request. A horn honked just as a kid on a skateboard rushed by on the sidewalk. He nearly clipped her shoulder and forced her to jump close to the curb.
Her heart sped up. “Hey. Watch where you’re going!” she shouted at the retreating figure.
The kid ignored her and disappeared quickly from sight. What was he doing out of school anyway? Biting back her frustration, Teagan mentally composed her text, making sure that if anyone looked at Izzy’s phone messages, there would be no way to tell Teagan was asking for a meeting with the most powerful Wendayan witch in town. If Teagan’s mom were here she might have been able to contact Ophelia. They’d interacted on many occasions.
Teagan crossed Oak Avenue and was almost to the Church when she finished her text to Izzy. So engrossed in making sure the message was exactly how she wanted that she ran right into a city trashcan and knocked it over. Garbage tumbled out over the sidewalk.
“Shit.” She’d bruised her knee in the collision and had nearly dropped her cell. Now she’d have to pick up the stupid trash! Her lunch break already was too short.
Stunned that she’d been so careless, she backed up and rubbed her sore knee. Then anger at all the crappy things that had happened in the last few days came rushing back, and she whipped her hands upward
An hour later, after finishing with Miriam, Teagan spent twenty minutes educating two ladies on the value of aromatherapy. While she was personable, her mind was still on her recent decision. Sitting by and doing nothing while Kip’s brother was in pain was no longer acceptable. Teagan really wanted to help Randy. Her motivation wasn’t simply to get back into Kip’s good graces; she genuinely cared about his brother. But she wouldn’t blame Kip if he never forgave her for not running to the hospital on the night Randy was stabbed.
The past was something she couldn’t change, but she could alter her behavior in the future. Instead of bemoaning her visions, she could use her powers to help others.
And who better to guide her on how to accomplish her lofty goal than Ophelia? The only stumbling block was finding the recluse. According to Izzy, she didn’t own a phone, and Teagan didn’t know where she lived. The only person who ever seemed to be able to reach her at will was Izzy, and right now, her cousin was teaching school. That meant Teagan would have to wait until the afternoon. Unfortunately, patience wasn’t her strong suit.
By the time lunch rolled around, Teagan was starving and quite fidgety, in part because she wasn’t sure she should leave the store. Aunt Kathryn was giving Mr. Murdoch an aura cleansing back at the Cove in Izzy’s old house, and Missy had a healing session with one client and had promised to help another lady with buying crystals a half hour later.
When the first of Missy’s clients left, Teagan rushed up to her. “Do you mind if I take my lunch first. I know you’re booked for the next hour.”
“Sure. Mom should be back shortly.”
“Great. Do you want me to bring you something?” Missy frequently ate in the store.
“I’d like to get out. It won’t be long before winter is here, and I want to enjoy the delicious fall weather while I can.”
“I hear ya.” Teagan grabbed her purse and dashed out. Relishing a chance for some exercise, she decided to walk to the Silver Lake Café on the north end of town, across from Hope Church.
Halfway there, she thought it would be easier to text Izzy now, rather than wait to call until after school let out. Perhaps in between classes, she could contact Ophelia and set up an appointment.
Teagan pulled out her phone, found the number, and then had to think how she wanted to word her request. A horn honked just as a kid on a skateboard rushed by on the sidewalk. He nearly clipped her shoulder and forced her to jump close to the curb.
Her heart sped up. “Hey. Watch where you’re going!” she shouted at the retreating figure.
The kid ignored her and disappeared quickly from sight. What was he doing out of school anyway? Biting back her frustration, Teagan mentally composed her text, making sure that if anyone looked at Izzy’s phone messages, there would be no way to tell Teagan was asking for a meeting with the most powerful Wendayan witch in town. If Teagan’s mom were here she might have been able to contact Ophelia. They’d interacted on many occasions.
Teagan crossed Oak Avenue and was almost to the Church when she finished her text to Izzy. So engrossed in making sure the message was exactly how she wanted that she ran right into a city trashcan and knocked it over. Garbage tumbled out over the sidewalk.
“Shit.” She’d bruised her knee in the collision and had nearly dropped her cell. Now she’d have to pick up the stupid trash! Her lunch break already was too short.
Stunned that she’d been so careless, she backed up and rubbed her sore knee. Then anger at all the crappy things that had happened in the last few days came rushing back, and she whipped her hands upward
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