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hedgehog’s hole by the living tree. “He hasn’t moved for the past
hour.” She shrugged.
    “I’ll be over when I get a break.” The last thing I
needed was a diva fairy god cat. Madame Torres already gave me a hard time; I
didn’t need it from him too.
    As I dug deep into my bag for the keys to the gate
for A Charming Cure, the Drowsy Daisies and Moonflowers hanging from the window
baskets from underneath A Cleansing Spirit Spa stopped me dead in my tracks.
    Darla, my mother, would’ve loved all the Halloween
decorations, me being a homeopathic spiritualist, and my relationship with
Oscar. I wrapped my arms around my midsection. The pit in my heart felt like a
heavy rock.
    I would do anything to see my mom one more time, or
even get a validation from her that this was the path I for which I was chosen.
    “What’s wrong with you on this fine Halloween
morning?” Chandra Shango waddled out of A Cleansing Spirit Spa. When she
stopped just outside the door, she shifted her weight to one side and her
turban to the other.
    “Oh, nothing.” I gave a half-smile. Without me
saying a word, I was sure Chandra knew exactly what I was going through. She
knew Darla when my parents lived here. I was only a baby, but still, she knew
her.
    “Hey, kiddo, this is your first Halloween.” She
dangled her hands in front of my face. Her nails were painted orange with black
pumpkin faces on them. “I’ll give you a freebie.” She raised her eyebrows.
    “Umm. . .maybe later.” I jammed the key into the
gate hole. There was no way I was going to fall for that old spiritualist
trick. She wanted to read my palm. Sneaky psychic!
    Once inside the shop, I looked back at the door half
expecting Mr. Prince Charming to run in, but he didn’t. He was mad. It looked
like I was going to have to go over to Golly Bee on my lunch and drag him back
home.
    He had to realize that he wasn’t the only one who
could give me charms. He was going to have to accept my relationship with
Oscar, even though he never had.
    Home, I thought, looking around the
shop after I flipped on the lights. The small circular tables that sat around
the shop floor were decorated in floor-length tablecloths, and adorned with
stands of beautiful potion bottles, filled with homeopathic cures. It felt so
good to build something so amazing.
    Ding.
    I looked over my shoulder when the bell over the
door dinged.
    “Happy Halloween,” I said to the young man.
    He was around six foot tall with straight blonde
hair and bangs that hung just below his brow, his green eyes set deep in his
skull, leaving big dark bruised looking circles under his eyes.
    He mumbled something that was inaudible.
    He reminded me of a young Oscar. I remember when
Oscar was a teenager, and every time I opened my mouth, he would grunt and roll
his eyes.
    “Is there anything I can help you with?” I took a
deep breath.
    Here is a college student who doesn’t
believe in psychics and has heard about the shop. He is stressed and having a
hard time sleeping .
At least that was what my intuition told me.
    “Let’s see if I can help you.” I gestured him over
to the wall where the beauty supplies were. I had a lot of middle-aged women
who came in looking for sleeping aides as well as a natural Botox. “Are you a
college student?”
    He nodded.
    “Are you a little stressed over mid-terms?” Even
though I didn’t go to college, (well I did go to Hidden Hall A Spiritualist
University to hone my skills) I did know that this was crunch time for most
students.
    He nodded.
    “Are you sleeping?”
    He shook his head.
    “Cat got your tongue?” I snickered. Apparently, he
didn’t find it funny by the ‘you are an old lady’ look on his face. “Hey, I’m
just twenty-five.”
    “What?” He grunted.
    “Nothing. You need to sleep, right?”
    “Yep.”
    “Fine, look around and I’ll fix up something using
this…” I held out a small blue bottle with stars on it. It was the most
masculine one I