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think of murder as something to kid about. “Why don’t you wait until Jimbo collects Moondance and then come over here? Patsy’s right outside talking to the limo drivers. Okay?”
She agreed, sounding a little stronger. That was one of her abilities. She recovered from trauma without a backward glance. The sheriff was letting them go, Dora could bring Fleur, and there would be hot chocolate and cookies waiting. On that thought I told her goodbye and pattered downstairs. I went outside and signaled Patsy over, telling her the news. She said that the others were being released, too, and had called to see if the limos were still available. I left her to wait for Jimbo and then to bring the other two home.
Cage first, hot chocolate second.
When they came, Joe was with them. “I’m just seeing the ladies safely over here,” he told me, looking longingly at the full cookie plate.
I handed him an already prepared bag to bring back with him. “I hope you’ll be allowed to munch on them without contaminating the scene,” I said.
Patsy was already at the counter, emptying the rest of the coffee pot into a thermos for him. “Take this along. You know your boss. No matter how he grumbles, he’ll eat the cookies and drink the coffee.”
“It’s blatant bribery,” Joe smiled. I was glad to hear him beginning to lighten up a bit. That was the one fault I’d found in him. He was a very serious young man.
I seated the exhausted looking pair and plied them with hot chocolate and cookies. “Give me Eloise,” I told Dora. “I’m going to put her in the trap until you’re ready to lock her in with you. I don’t think she can escape from Aunt Myrtle’s room, but be sure you check that Alexander isn’t hidden in there before you let her loose.”
The rat was an escapee from somewhere, we figured, but we never did track down where she came from. She’ s an Allegheny wood rat, nicknamed “pack rat” or “trade rat”. We’ve never noticed any inclination on her part to trade anything. I’m still missing a ring I have a lot of sentimental feeling for. She’s a fairly large rat, but thank goodness she has hair on her tail. Why this should be important to me is something I’ve never delved into, but it matters. To balance that, she doesn’t have hair on her ears. She eats greens and nuts and is a bit of a hoarder. She’s a friendly little soul and I can understand why her breed is endangered in many areas. She made up to us humans almost at once, no fear at all. What she was doing in the northern half of Minnesota will probably always remain a mystery. What I do know is that she’s brought a whole new dimension to her new owner’s life.
Finally the hot chocolate was consumed along with most of the cookies. The two seniors looked much livelier and once Dora saw that Eloise was perfectly contented with trying to decide where to hide the nickel I’d put in with her food, she visibly relaxed. Patsy and I exchanged looks.
“All right,” Patsy turned her stern gaze on them. “Tell us about it.”
Ley lines cross and crisscross the world, maybe even the universe. Generally they’re considered to be invisible lines connecting various artifacts (Stonehenge) and/or places that contain a lot of power and energy. Some believe they gathered their strength during the Megalithic Age, the time of the stone builders, but most believe that the various monuments weren’t the draw, but the other way around. Whichever came first, the power seems to have been absorbed into the stones. There is the belief that the secrets of ley lines died with the last of the Druid priests. Where the lines intersect or lie close to the surface, dowsing rods will often reveal them. Strange lights and poltergeist activity is often connected with many buildings or monuments that have been built on ley line intersections. Ley lines, some people believe, carry the Chi of Mother Earth.
Chapter Four
“We didn’t do anything !” Aunt
She agreed, sounding a little stronger. That was one of her abilities. She recovered from trauma without a backward glance. The sheriff was letting them go, Dora could bring Fleur, and there would be hot chocolate and cookies waiting. On that thought I told her goodbye and pattered downstairs. I went outside and signaled Patsy over, telling her the news. She said that the others were being released, too, and had called to see if the limos were still available. I left her to wait for Jimbo and then to bring the other two home.
Cage first, hot chocolate second.
When they came, Joe was with them. “I’m just seeing the ladies safely over here,” he told me, looking longingly at the full cookie plate.
I handed him an already prepared bag to bring back with him. “I hope you’ll be allowed to munch on them without contaminating the scene,” I said.
Patsy was already at the counter, emptying the rest of the coffee pot into a thermos for him. “Take this along. You know your boss. No matter how he grumbles, he’ll eat the cookies and drink the coffee.”
“It’s blatant bribery,” Joe smiled. I was glad to hear him beginning to lighten up a bit. That was the one fault I’d found in him. He was a very serious young man.
I seated the exhausted looking pair and plied them with hot chocolate and cookies. “Give me Eloise,” I told Dora. “I’m going to put her in the trap until you’re ready to lock her in with you. I don’t think she can escape from Aunt Myrtle’s room, but be sure you check that Alexander isn’t hidden in there before you let her loose.”
The rat was an escapee from somewhere, we figured, but we never did track down where she came from. She’ s an Allegheny wood rat, nicknamed “pack rat” or “trade rat”. We’ve never noticed any inclination on her part to trade anything. I’m still missing a ring I have a lot of sentimental feeling for. She’s a fairly large rat, but thank goodness she has hair on her tail. Why this should be important to me is something I’ve never delved into, but it matters. To balance that, she doesn’t have hair on her ears. She eats greens and nuts and is a bit of a hoarder. She’s a friendly little soul and I can understand why her breed is endangered in many areas. She made up to us humans almost at once, no fear at all. What she was doing in the northern half of Minnesota will probably always remain a mystery. What I do know is that she’s brought a whole new dimension to her new owner’s life.
Finally the hot chocolate was consumed along with most of the cookies. The two seniors looked much livelier and once Dora saw that Eloise was perfectly contented with trying to decide where to hide the nickel I’d put in with her food, she visibly relaxed. Patsy and I exchanged looks.
“All right,” Patsy turned her stern gaze on them. “Tell us about it.”
Ley lines cross and crisscross the world, maybe even the universe. Generally they’re considered to be invisible lines connecting various artifacts (Stonehenge) and/or places that contain a lot of power and energy. Some believe they gathered their strength during the Megalithic Age, the time of the stone builders, but most believe that the various monuments weren’t the draw, but the other way around. Whichever came first, the power seems to have been absorbed into the stones. There is the belief that the secrets of ley lines died with the last of the Druid priests. Where the lines intersect or lie close to the surface, dowsing rods will often reveal them. Strange lights and poltergeist activity is often connected with many buildings or monuments that have been built on ley line intersections. Ley lines, some people believe, carry the Chi of Mother Earth.
Chapter Four
“We didn’t do anything !” Aunt
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