I trudged up the stairs to my apartment above my landlord’s garage, and let myself in. As I wandered through the empty rooms, I flipped on the lights, hoping they would cheer me, but it didn’t help. I’d never known the place to look so lonely.
I walked into my kitchen, set the oven to preheat, and took out a Dutch oven. While the oil I’d poured into it heated, I gathered up what I’d need to make beef stew. It would be good tonight, and the fact I didn’t have much of an appetite wouldn’t matter. It would be even better tomorrow.
Once again parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme crept into my mind, and why the hell not? It was just me here at home. The ingredients for a Wiccan love potion wouldn’t affect anyone but me, and I was already in love. I measured out those herbs into a bowl, added th
