Chapter 9: Revenge of the Fairies
Caroline said she was fine, but of course, she didn’t mean it. She sat back in the MG, her arms folded defiantly in front of her, while the salty wind blew her hair about, and the lush island scenery in late afternoon rushed past her.
The trip into Peel had been mostly a disaster. After a tasty lunch of fresh scones, blueberries and ale, exactly as she’d predicted—thank you very much—Cyril, apparently a man on a mission, accelerated down the narrow quaint streets of the picturesque town without any sign of stopping. When she mentioned that lovely dress shop, the one Mrs. Bundy told her just begged for a visit, he either hadn’t heard her over the roar of the engine or had completely ignored her comment. She felt as if they’d somehow entered the island’s a
