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advance my
career.”
    Sara blinked back her tears. “You’re
right. It’s a great opportunity for you. I’d never want you to miss
out on something like that.”
    “ That’s the spirit, my
dear.” He reached over and kissed her cheek before he stood.
“What’s for dinner?”
    “ I don’t honestly know.
Elias said he left it warming in the oven and it would be ready by
six.”
    He glanced at his watch. “Well it’s
nearly six now so I’m going to check it out. I’ll get things
started while you go wake your mother. Instead of waiting until
morning, I’m going to feel her out about letting me broker a sale
of the island for her while we eat.”
    Sara watched him walk away and had to
bite her lip to keep from screaming.
    I’m leaving you my magic so
you can create your own happiness. Anything you can imagine is
possible. Reach for your dreams with your gift.
    Sara could hear her grandmother’s voice
in her head. “But how, Grandmother? How do I make my dreams come
true?”

Chapter 3
     
     
    Sara walked into her grandmother’s
bedroom and closed the door, fighting the urge to slam it shut.
Dinner with her mother and Bart had been a true test of her
patience. The casserole Elias provided had too much fat, the iced
tea had too much sugar and dessert should’ve been skipped all
together. And to top the evening off, she had to listen to Bart
trying to charm her mother into selling the island so he could earn
a stupid commission.
    “ Where’s a damn Domino’s
when you need them?” Sara walked over to her suitcase and lifted it
to the bed. Unzipping it quickly, she placed the letter from her
grandmother on top of her clothes and then dug around in the side
pocket and pulled out a Snickers bar. Smiling, she peeled back the
paper and took a huge bite. Groaning softly, she let the chocolate
endorphins flood her system, taking away the stress of the
evening.
    Finishing off her candy quickly, Sara
pulled her clothes from the bag and walked over to the closet. The
squeak of the door hinges sent chills up her back as she pulled
open the door. Inside, her grandmother’s clothes hung neatly on
metal hangers, her bathrobe hanging on a hook in the door. Several
pairs of shoes lined up in a neat row under the dresses with a
basket sitting at the end. Sara checked the contents and discovered
a pile of orphaned socks, no two matching. Laughing, she pushed the
clothes aside to make room to hang her own things. The sound of the
hangers sliding along the bar sounded loud in the small enclosure.
Turning, she took down the hanging robe and held it to her
nose.
    “ Is this what you smelled
like, Grandmother?” The scent was a combination of perfume, soap
and powder. It made her think of warm hugs and kisses. Smiling, she
took the robe and laid it on the bed. Not wasting any time, she
stripped off her clothes and bundled the soft, terrycloth garment
around her. Pushing all the pillows off onto the floor, she pulled
back the bed covers and then walked over and turned out the
overhead light. Softly, her feet bare on the braided rug, she
padded back over to the bed and sat down.
    “ Did you share this bed with
Karl?” She ran her hand over the silky, clean sheets. “Did you
share a great passion with him?” Sara began to unbraid her hair,
thinking about the last time she’d slept with Bart. “Grandmother,
do you think I’ll ever have passion?” She snorted. “Not if I marry
Bart.”
    Sara walked over to the dresser and
picked up her grandmother’s hairbrush. She slowly began to comb her
long hair. It fell several inches past her shoulders now. The feel
of it against her neck always made her feel feminine when it hung
loose.
    Use your gift, Sarafina. The
magic is in your gift.
    “ Grandmother?” Sara looked
around the room with a frown on her face. “If you came to me in
Atlanta, is it so strange to think you’d come to me here, in your
own house? Where are you when I need you?” Getting no response, she
put down