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It didn’t make any sense to me, but again, it was Fiona. She always came at things her own way.” He wiped his fingers again and reached for the brown sack, “Anybody else think it’s brownie time?”
10
C hase helped us all afternoon , and I have to confess, those fudge brownies all disappeared. By the time he excused himself for the evening and went back to his own place, we really had managed to instill a kind of order in the store. In addition to my own tiny vegan soap discovery, I’d learned from Chase that the whole region was full of interesting artisans making everything from musical instruments to furniture.
How I had managed to pretty much ignore this fact my whole life I do not know, but thanks to him, I had a long list of potential new inventory. The day left me more enthused about being a shopkeeper and less worried about being a witch.
As soon as we were sure we were alone, Tori and I discussed the information Chase shared with us about Aunt Fiona and her real interest in Jane’s case. “So what do you think the deal was about the necklace?” Tori asked. “Is there some mojo associated with quartz?”
“You’re asking me?” I said. “I barely have my junior mojo membership card. Other than that story I told you about Aunt Fiona giving that widow a rose quartz necklace, I know nothing about the stuff.”
We were still downstairs, so Tori cleared her throat and said, “Uh, Myrtle? Would it be okay if I asked you a question?”
The store answered with a happy little three-note trill we took as a yes.
“Okay, thanks,” Tori said. “Uh, is there more quartz in the store?”
That same spotlight out of nowhere instantly highlighted one shelf in the little jewelry counter near the front window. We both leaned down to look and saw a pair of earrings, a necklace, and a ring all set with clear stones. Unfortunately, none of them obligingly stepped up to explain why we should think of them as anything but . . . rocks.
Since we’d worked up an appetite again, we thanked Myrtle for showing us the quartz and went upstairs to consult the Internet while chowing down on mac n’ cheese. Until that night, my previous experience with “paranormal research” amounted to watching Charmed and owning the DVD of Practical Magic. I was shocked to discover just how many websites are out there and how many of them are, dare I say, a little . . . disturbing.
Before we started reading about all the beliefs associated with crystals I hadn’t really thought about expanding my stock in that direction, but that attitude changed fast. Crystals are seriously popular, and pure quartz is the great grandma of them all, literally the universal crystal. Not only is quartz found pretty much everywhere, but it’s also more or less multi-purpose in the positive protection category.
We found plenty of references to rose quartz as well. Aunt Fiona gave it to the grieving woman because the stone is supposed to heal broken hearts. That night, my thoughts ran along the lines of, “Hey, if people want to buy rocks, I’m more than happy to sell them rocks.”
These days I don’t mock the rocks, but we’ll get to that.
What immediately caught our attention in relation to Jane and her post-mortem amnesia was the idea that quartz is kinda the writable DVD media of the crystal world, especially when it’s found in proximity to running water.
“You think that’s it?” Toris asked. “That Aunt Fiona figured the necklace recorded what happened to Jane?”
“Maybe,” I said. “That’s assuming Fiona knew how to hit the play button on the rock. Which I would ask her, if she’d freaking answer my calls.”
That last comment came out plenty annoyed and makes it sound like I was picking up my cell phone and speed dialing my dead aunt. Mainly I was looking up at the ceiling and begging her to come floating in.
When Tori and I had come upstairs, I had once again attempted to get Fiona to join the party. The effort did
10
C hase helped us all afternoon , and I have to confess, those fudge brownies all disappeared. By the time he excused himself for the evening and went back to his own place, we really had managed to instill a kind of order in the store. In addition to my own tiny vegan soap discovery, I’d learned from Chase that the whole region was full of interesting artisans making everything from musical instruments to furniture.
How I had managed to pretty much ignore this fact my whole life I do not know, but thanks to him, I had a long list of potential new inventory. The day left me more enthused about being a shopkeeper and less worried about being a witch.
As soon as we were sure we were alone, Tori and I discussed the information Chase shared with us about Aunt Fiona and her real interest in Jane’s case. “So what do you think the deal was about the necklace?” Tori asked. “Is there some mojo associated with quartz?”
“You’re asking me?” I said. “I barely have my junior mojo membership card. Other than that story I told you about Aunt Fiona giving that widow a rose quartz necklace, I know nothing about the stuff.”
We were still downstairs, so Tori cleared her throat and said, “Uh, Myrtle? Would it be okay if I asked you a question?”
The store answered with a happy little three-note trill we took as a yes.
“Okay, thanks,” Tori said. “Uh, is there more quartz in the store?”
That same spotlight out of nowhere instantly highlighted one shelf in the little jewelry counter near the front window. We both leaned down to look and saw a pair of earrings, a necklace, and a ring all set with clear stones. Unfortunately, none of them obligingly stepped up to explain why we should think of them as anything but . . . rocks.
Since we’d worked up an appetite again, we thanked Myrtle for showing us the quartz and went upstairs to consult the Internet while chowing down on mac n’ cheese. Until that night, my previous experience with “paranormal research” amounted to watching Charmed and owning the DVD of Practical Magic. I was shocked to discover just how many websites are out there and how many of them are, dare I say, a little . . . disturbing.
Before we started reading about all the beliefs associated with crystals I hadn’t really thought about expanding my stock in that direction, but that attitude changed fast. Crystals are seriously popular, and pure quartz is the great grandma of them all, literally the universal crystal. Not only is quartz found pretty much everywhere, but it’s also more or less multi-purpose in the positive protection category.
We found plenty of references to rose quartz as well. Aunt Fiona gave it to the grieving woman because the stone is supposed to heal broken hearts. That night, my thoughts ran along the lines of, “Hey, if people want to buy rocks, I’m more than happy to sell them rocks.”
These days I don’t mock the rocks, but we’ll get to that.
What immediately caught our attention in relation to Jane and her post-mortem amnesia was the idea that quartz is kinda the writable DVD media of the crystal world, especially when it’s found in proximity to running water.
“You think that’s it?” Toris asked. “That Aunt Fiona figured the necklace recorded what happened to Jane?”
“Maybe,” I said. “That’s assuming Fiona knew how to hit the play button on the rock. Which I would ask her, if she’d freaking answer my calls.”
That last comment came out plenty annoyed and makes it sound like I was picking up my cell phone and speed dialing my dead aunt. Mainly I was looking up at the ceiling and begging her to come floating in.
When Tori and I had come upstairs, I had once again attempted to get Fiona to join the party. The effort did
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