Chapter 4
Joseph“Mom, no.” Mari took the crystal-encrusted candlestick holders and put them back down on the table.
“Sunshower Marigold, yes.” Valerian grabbed the candlestick holders and handed them over to the vendor before any of her children or good taste could intervene. “Your house is so gloomy. You need something positive to align beneficial energy.”
Sweet black oblivion of space, help him.
Joseph flashed an apologetic smile to the vendor, who seemed to understand his plight. He had been conscripted into accompanying his mother and sister to the holiday night market to carry packages. He loved them, but they were exhausting.
“What about that?” Marigold pointed to a set of chimes with cut-glass pendants.
“Another wind chime? Please. You have enough chimes to furnish a symphony,
