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Cats and Curses
Josie Woodrow turned out to be a plump bundle of perpetual motion, topped by fiery red hair cut into a messy bob. She beamed as she handed the keys of my new home over to me.
“I had my own cleaning gal go through and give everything a once-over, since the place has been sitting empty so long,” she said, standing off to one side as I stood in the center of what would become my store.
To my relief, the place looked even better in person. Or maybe it was only that now I was there in the flesh, so to speak, I could breathe in the vibes of the building, could feel it welcome me to the space. Some people might have said that was my imagination and nothing more, but I knew better. I’d always been sensitive to the vibrations in houses and buildings, and this one was no except
