The Moonstone (Enchantment Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

covered in wallpaper as only a grandmother’s can be. Frank Sinatra is playing on the radio and the scent of sugar fills the room. What a shock! The furniture is all solid wood and placed on a patterned carpet that seems comfortable enough to sleep on. On the coffee table there is a dish that’s found in all proper homes. You know, the one that’s filled with hard candies that force you to take the whole plate-full when you reach for one because they’re all stuck together. How could a dilapidated and eerie old house on the outside be so welcoming on the inside? There is even a stone fireplace in the living room where a gentle fire softly burns. I could spend hours sitting on one of these sofas, book in one hand and hot chocolate in the other. It is the complete opposite of what the outside projects! I notice knick-knacks of cats are placed on the mantel, the perfect set to complete the perfect granny décor. Speaking of cats…
    “Where is Nyx?” I say out loud as if to call her.
    “Nyx? Who is Nyx, dear?”
    “It’s my cat, she’s white and black and she snuck in right before I came in.”
    “Oh, yes! MY cat,” she says, coughing.
    “She must be hiding in the basement, she likes to hunt for mice.”
    “Would you like a turnover, they’re fresh out of the oven?” she says to me, offering me a platter of pastries so immense that each one is larger than my hand.
    Their creamy filling is oozing out and I’m drooling already. But, wait a minute… HER cat!!
    “Did you just say, your cat?? It’s my cat that you’re talking about, I’ve had her for the last twelve years.”
    “Oh, my dear, I believe that we have been sharing the cat this whole time because she’s been spending her days with me for same number of years. I found her meowing at my door one morning and as I was lonely, she turned up at just the right moment. Go ahead, take a turnover, my dear, you won’t ever eat a better one.”
    Normally I would say no, but I think that my stomach would never forgive me, and anyways, they look divine!
    “Yes, please, thank you. Do you live alone? What’s your name? Where’s the lady with the long hair? Why have I never seen you before?”
    “My child, that is quite a few questions for such a late hour.  I live alone, yes, and my name is Gertrude.”
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gertrude. Don’t you want to know my name?” The woman starts laughing.
    “My dear, I know who you are. I’ve lived here a long time and I’ve known you since you were a little girl…Lou Mills.”
    Incredible, she’s completely nuts. Has she been spying on me, or what? How does she know my name, even though I’ve never set eyes on her? I need to get out of here quickly, something is wrong. As I stand up to leave, she grabs me by the shoulder and I sit right back down.
    “My poor child, I know your name because I spoke to your parents a few times…I like to know a little bit about my neighbors.”
    I suddenly remember my father’s expression this morning when I mentioned the word witch; he probably does know her. But I’m not actually thinking about the same person, because this grandmother has nothing in common with the old witch.
    “Eat your pastry, my child, and tell me if you like it. I don’t often have company and I like getting feedback on my culinary skills.”
    I take an enormous bite, because at this point I can no longer resist.
    “Oh my God! It’s delicious! I’ve never eaten such a good pastry!” I take a couple more bites before continuing. “You say that you don’t often have company, but I noticed that you had visitors today.”
    There was no point in playing the innocent with regards to this afternoon’s intrusion; the three weirdoes must have already mentioned my disturbance to Gertrude.
    “Yes! I saw you today, and about what you saw…”
    I interrupt her immediately, shocked by her affirmation.
    “But you weren’t there, how could you have seen me?”
    “Lou, I absolutely have to