3
Wine and Sympathy
My friend Hazel stared down at her phone, her expression one of utter shock. “How in the world did you get almost a hundred thousand followers in just twenty-four hours?”
“I don’t know!” I replied, knowing I sounded a little wild. And all right, maybe I did know…or at least, I suspected. Still, even though I couldn’t deny that my spells were pretty effective, never in a blue moon — no pun intended — had I believed I could get that many eyeballs on my tiny little i********: profile in such a short amount of time. “I mean, I promised Josie I’d do my best, because I knew she wanted the town to get more visitors, but this is just crazy.”
Hazel and I were sitting in the living room of the cozy Craftsman-style cottage she called home. Because I’d bought a few of her paint
