magical cures 06.5 - a charming christmas Read Online Free PDF Page B

the antler headband jingled. She had the rounder face of the two sisters. Her eyes were also beady and covered with a pair of glasses. Both had short grey hair curled against their head.
    The sisters usually dressed the same in their housedresses, but not today as they were in their Christmas glory.
    “You are one of them.” Constance poked Patience in the side.
    “Ouch. Am not.” Patience crossed her arms and huffed.
    “Are too,” Constance protested.
    “Not.”
    “Too.”
    “Okay, let’s just say that we all agree we aren’t all equipped for this holiday.” Petunia was looking for someone to agree with her while doing her Presidential duties of keeping the peace.
    “Truth be told,” Chandra adjusted her red turban with the embroidered holly leaves on top of her head. “I’m kinda liking the new business. I mean,” she gulped, knowing the evil stares she was getting. “I like using my gift to tell everyone how nice their Christmas is going to turn out even though they might be stressed now. I can see a positive change in their mood from the time they come in until the time they leave.” She smiled, pride written all over her face.
    “What do you think of all of this, June?” Ophelia asked. She walked over to her tree and adjusted the crow ornaments. They were by far the largest ornaments on the tree. Their long feathers took up a lot of space.
    She had decided to use ornaments that reminded her of the bookshop. There were small book ornaments, decoupage pages from books, quotes from authors, the crows and several colored balls. The tree had the lights that were all different colors and blinked off and on.
    “I’m not sure.” I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings nor did I want to alarm them by saying I felt like something was wrong and we hadn’t seen the last of the Whispering Falls Grinch.  Besides, I was having a hard time figuring out if my intuition was on high alert because of the thief or my situation with Oscar. “I think we make it what it is. We do the best we can and reevaluate at the end of the bazaar to see if it was worth it.”
    “You mean because of the budget?” Petunia asked. “I’m sure Oscar has a lot to say about that.”
    “Why?” I asked, curiosity overcoming me. I looked at my watch, it was already after eight p.m. and I hadn’t seen him all day.
    “What about the prize for the best decorations?” Constance asked, rubbing her hands together.
    “That is what you can think about at a time like this?” Bella jumped to her feet, shaking her finger at the Karima sisters. “Shame on you!”
     “I told you this was not a good idea, but nooooo.” Petunia took the cup off of her stomach and placed it on the end table next to her. Her nose curled at the Santa figurine sitting on the table. She put her hand out for Bella to help her up. She pushed up to stand. “Noooo.” Her lips formed a big round O. “No one wanted to listen to the Village President.”
    One of the crow ornaments wasn’t an ornament. It flew off the tree and landed on Petunia’s shoulder, losing a few of its feathers on the flight down the aisle.
    The Karima sisters, Chandra, Bella and I watched as Petunia waddled to the door of the shop.
    “If there is anything I can do to get rid of this mess,” Petunia ripped the tinsel off the door that had fallen down, landing on her face, “I would!” She threw the door open and swayed side to side on her way out into the snowy street.
    My phone chirped from the bottom of my bag. The others busied themselves talking about how the holiday cheer was anything but cheery as I read my text from Oscar.
    “Are you okay?” Ophelia asked.
    “I’m fine.” I shook off my feeling of sickness. My intuition was having a battle deep inside me. Oscar had said he was snowed in at his house in Locust Grove. He said he was checking on the house to make sure the plumbing wasn’t going to burst with the cold temperatures and now the snow was too deep for him to