7
History Lesson
I’d barely unlocked the front door to the shop when Josie came hurrying in, hands already fluttering in agitation.
“Selena! I just heard!”
No point in asking her what exactly she’d just heard. News traveled fast in Globe, and Josie always managed to hear it before anyone else.
“Yes, it’s kind of a mess,” I responded as I went behind the display counter where the cash register was located. These days, more than ninety percent of my transactions were by credit card, but I still dutifully counted out my bills and coins and stocked the register each morning. I looked up at Josie, who’d paused in front of the counter, expression inquisitive. “Were you aware of any kind of odd supernatural activity in the Bigelow mansion?” I asked.
“Only what Hank and Nora told me,” she sa
