Chapter 7
“So, what is it with you and Michael Covenant, anyway?” Audrey asked, feeling much more relaxed after two pieces of pepperoni pizza and a glass of pinot noir.
Rosemary wiped her fingers on her napkin, then set it back down in her lap. “It’s not just me. Isabel and Cecily don’t like him very much, either.”
While Audrey could see why Michael might rub people the wrong way, Rosemary’s antipathy seemed a bit more personal than a mere clash of personality types. “But why?”
She reached for her glass of wine, took a sip. “It was at a psychic fair a couple of years ago. The three of us had a booth there. We weren’t even doing readings, just selling stuff from the shop.”
“You do readings?” Audrey asked, somewhat surprised. As far as she could remember, she hadn’t seen any signage in
