It was cloudless Saturday, and I couldn’t get enough of the sweet scent of crepe myrtle. I’d taken an extra paper route. Tangi Journal needed a fill-in for the day. The assigned delivery guy couldn’t run his route, something to do with a sick relative in the hospital. I gladly took the offer. We needed the cash. Sara wasn’t doing well with tips. Not sure if I believed her, but what other choice did I have? Strip-search the woman?
Since our move, I’d become more acquainted with Ms. Noel. I once thought the bookstore, Otherworldly, was fascinating. Now that I had the opportunity to spend time with my neighbor, the store paled in comparison.
OtherworldlyMs. Noel had mounds of knowledge of magick, herbs, voodoo, dead people, and everything else that belonged to the weird world of extraordina
