“Are you coming with me?” I asked.
“No, we are going straight to the stones. We’ll talk to Rose there,” Nanna answered, and I remembered their excited bits of conversation from the night before about helping and Samhain or Halloween. It was June; there were literally four months until October.
“Why Halloween?” I asked.
“The Feast of the Dead has magic and power. If Rose can tap into that, and channel her own power, that could do it!” Granny answered happily.
“Much remains to be seen, Grace. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Nanna said quietly.
I had the distinct feeling that this was only the beginning, so I went on my way with my gifts wrapped in a piece of yellow cloth. The children were waiting for me outside Sarah’s cottage. As we walked, we picked up more gifts, some dandelion f
