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has wonderful stories,” Margie said. “But half the time he can’t remember what his name is or what year it is. Doesn’t seem fair that you live this great life only to lose all memory of it when you get old.”
    “Do you have a lot of patients like that?” I asked her.
    “Probably seven out of ten at the home are that way. It just makes me feel so helpless when I see them trying so hard to remember.”
    If I’ve got one soft spot it would be for old people. The time I spent with my grandparents before they died gave me some of the best memories of my life.
    I didn’t tell Margie about the memory spell I’ve been working on lately, but I did go home and start making a potion, and now it’s ready to try out. A spell is just a temporary fix and it seems a shame to give them back their memories only to take them away again. At least a potion will last a little longer.
    4 P.M .
    Potions: 1
    Happy men: 1
    I visited Mr. Gunther at the nursing home, and gave him the first dose of the potion. When I arrived he was sitting hunched over in a wheelchair staring out the window. I tried to talk with him, but he didn’t respond. He did drink the liquid in a small cup I gave him.
    Two hours later I returned to find those piercing blue eyes much clearer.
    He was reading a book.
    “Hello, Mr. Gunther.”
    “You’re the witch.”
    Okay, so no beating around the bush here. “Yes, I’m a witch. Is that a problem?”
    “Nope, just grateful. First time I’ve been able to read a book and remember what I read in about two years. Most days I sit around reading the same sentence for hours.” He patted his wheelchair.
    “That’s wonderful. And just for the record, I asked for permission before giving you the potion.” I smiled and patted his shoulder.
    “I know. I signed a release a year ago when my mind first started going, that they could try any experimental medicines or treatments. Any idea on how long it will last?”
    I couldn’t lie to him. “No, I don’t know. I’m sorry. But I’m working on something more permanent.”
    I pulled out a leather-bound journal. “I think you know what to do with this.”
    “Yes.” He nodded.
    “I’m working on a journal too. Gives me a sense of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.” Handed it over to him.
    “I’ll write down every word I can remember.” He touched the leather gingerly. “Then if it starts to go, at least I can read about it, one sentence at a time.”
    I stood to leave and he grabbed my hand.
    “You’re a good witch.”
    “Oh, I have my days, Mr. Gunther.” Squeezing his hand, I leaned down to plant a kiss on his weathered cheek. “I’ll check on you later in the week.”
    Thought about stopping by to see the oh-so-cute Dr. Samuel McKinney on the way home. But I didn’t have the courage. He’s absolutely gorgeous and smart. I should at least check him out.
    Oops, phone.
    Friday, 5 P.M.
    Caleb heads back to Dallas tomorrow. He’s got several interviews to do for a big cover story he’s working on. He tried to talk Kira into taking a weekend trip back home with him, but she told him no.
    Good for her.
    They’ve only known each other for a few weeks but those pretty blonde curls and brilliant mind have turned the “I can never be serious about a woman” playboy into a big ole pile of mush.
    Oh, and good news. Sort of. Dr. Sam called earlier and wanted to consult with me about some natural healing alternatives for his patients.
    Thank God.
    I know, I know. I don’t do warlocks. But this guy. He’s just so—I can’t get him out of my head. Maybe if I fuck him it will get him out of my system.
    I’d been thinking about ways I could contact him that didn’t send the message, “Hey, I’m hot for your body.” This was the perfect way to spend some time getting to know the good doctor, and it was all his idea.
    We met around one-thirty at Lulu’s Café next to the Piggly Wiggly. There’s no real Lulu. Ms. Johnnie and her twin sister, Ms.