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firm and they
     just tossed you out?”
    “The price of entering into a partnership is that the others can toss you out if you
     break your contract. Of course, I tend to take exception to the idea that being a
     witch is akin to being a drug mule or sending harassing texts to clients.”
    Molly sobered and changed the subject.
    “I saw your interview last night. You’re good in front of a camera.”
    Meriel laughed. “There’s a
but
coming.”
    “If that was all you needed to do, you’d be fine. More than fine, actually. You’re
     mediagenic. Intelligent. Articulate. You’re relatable and yet you’re also aspirational.
     This is all good.”
    “Mediagenic? Aspirational?”
    “You look good in front of the camera and people admire you enough to want to be like
     you. But what happens when these sorts of interviews are done is that you’re dragged
     off message by having to respond to idiotic things. It muddies the point, which is
     what they mean to do, as
their
point is usually stupid. The interviewer had an agenda, so he pulled you off yours.”
    “What’s the solution? And you’d do this then? Be the face?”
    Molly was glad to hear the hesitation in Meriel’s voice. She wouldn’t want to work
     for someone who’d just say yes without some back up of who Molly was and what she
     could do. “I don’t know enough about your organization there to say for sure. I’d
     need to dig in, get a feel for you and your clan before I could make any recommendations.”
    “Would you be willing to come out for a face-to-face interview? We’d need to check
     your references and your background first. I’ve been trying to figure out how to handle
     this better, but it’s been spinning out of control faster than any of us could deal
     with. You might be what we need.”
    “I can come out, yes. I’ll email my résumé to your assistant so you can start that.”
    “I already think you’re pretty amazing to have gotten past her the way you did. She’s
     pretty formidable.”
    “Part of my charm. I can do that with the media too.” Just a fact. Confidence was
     a positive as long as it wasn’t a brag.
    “This is more and more tempting. Yes, email that information to my assistant and she’ll
     get back to you with some times for you to come out.”
    “I’m going to suggest you do this as soon as possible. New things happen every hour
     it seems. You need to get a handle on this before it spins out of control and you’re
     in the weeds.” She’d already sent the email along with some links to her television
     and other media work.
    “You’re correct. Expect a call by the end of the week and if you can get us in your
     schedule to come out then, we’d appreciate it.”
    Molly hung up and didn’t quite know what to do with herself so she headed over to
     Rosa’s.
    * * *
    IT was hard still, to pull into that driveway and see Anthony’s truck off to the side
     with a tarp over it. To know he wouldn’t be in his workshop in the garage or out back
     working on his garden.
    Everything was so different now.
    AJ, the only other surviving member of the Falco family, met Molly at the door with
     a hug and a kiss to the cheek. “Good to see you. Come on in, she’ll be happy to see
     you.”
    Rosa was in the kitchen, her favorite room in the house. She looked up from the counter
     where she’d been rolling out dough and smiled. “Hi there, doll. Come give me a hug.”
    Molly did, filching a slice of apple afterward. “Pie. Yum.”
    “Good thing you came over. I haven’t been able to get used to having two less people
     eating my pies. I make too much.” A cloud passed over Rosa’s features briefly, before
     she went back to work.
    “Not like it’s a chore to eat pie. So”—Molly hopped up on a chair—“I called Meriel
     Owen today and offered her my services as a media relations person.”
    Rosa looked up, surprised. “Look at you. What did she say?”
    “She asked me for my résumé and all