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the girls were seated at the table enjoying their lunch. “So what do you make of that wacky dream you had last night, Jill?” Emily asked between bites.
    “Finola told me that the Morgans have been in Boston as long as the Proctors have. It appears Liza and his ancestor were lovers at some point. It sounds to me like my many times over great-grandfather was not too keen on that union; he sent William away before they could be married. It’s obvious by the dream that Liza loved him, but I’m not sure what was going on with her sister. I’m going to do some more research on his family before I decide if I want to talk to him about any of this.”
    Emily sat up straight in her chair, stretching her back as she said, “I think that’s probably smart of you. You don’t know how he’s connected to you yet, so I’d stay away until you’re sure.”
    *
    By three the next day, Jilly was no closer to discovering the connection between William and her family than she was when she started. She was sitting in her den with a stack of old books and her laptop in front of her, and she let out a sigh as she stood up. She stretched out her shoulders and back as she walked down the hallway to the back stairs that led to the kitchen.
    Once in the kitchen, she opened up the grimoire, set it on the counter, and began to read her next step in the spell. Now I pour the contents of the cauldron into three bottles and cork them tightly , she thought as she went and grabbed what she needed from her supply cupboard. Once that task was accomplished she sealed the corks with wax, just in case they wanted to expand with the pressure. I guess I’m all set for tomorrow. She proceeded to clean up her mess.
    She was lost in her thoughts while she was cleaning and was jolted back to reality by the buzzing of her phone in her pocket. She looked down at it and found a text from an unfamiliar number. It said to meet whoever it was tonight at six in front of the library.
    She sat for five minutes, trying to decide what to do, before she finally decided to go. Looking at the clock, she saw that she still had about an hour before she had to leave, and ran up the stairs to her room. She went straight into the closet and began going through the hangers until she finally found the shirt she was looking for. It was a long sleeved, scoop necked t-shirt in emerald green that matched her eyes. She decided to just keep the jeans she was already wearing and grabbed a pair of knee-high brown boots from the closet and set them next to the bed.
    Once she changed her shirt she went into the bathroom, fixed her make-up, and brushed her long red hair until it shone in the light as it fell around her shoulders in cascading waves. She sat down on her bed and pulled on her boots, grabbed her keys and headed downstairs. She still had about forty-five minutes before the meeting; she decided to drive over to Emily’s to tell her what was going on. So she grabbed her heavy wool pea coat off the hook by the door and flew down the stairs to her car.
    *
    Emily had a very skeptical look on her face as she listened to what Jilly had to say. “I feel like this is a bad idea, Jilly. You don’t know who wants to meet you, or why.” Emily’s words were filled with concern.
    “I know, but I just feel like it’s ok. I don’t know why, but I have a good feeling about this,” Jilly said with some conviction.
    “Well, far be it from me to disagree with one of your gut feelings, but I still think you should be careful. Here, take this pepper spray,” Emily said while she was going through her purse.
    “I’ll take it, but really, Emily, I’m a witch; I think I can take care of myself.” Jilly told her as she stood up to leave.
    “Ok, well call me as soon as you’re done meeting whoever this mystery person is. Be careful please,” Emily said as she hugged her goodbye.
    Once she was in the car, Jilly rubbed her hands together for a minute until a faint glowing appeared at her