Diana was too distracted to work on potions and spells. So she straightened the lab, labeled new bottles, and put things in order, the entire time, thinking about what Joey said. He was right. They did still love each other, but so what?
Customers started filling up the store, chatting about the dark energy they felt earlier. They stood in groups of two’s and three’s, all talking at once.
“It’s okay,” said Joey, a bit loudly. “Everything’s fine.”
They all turned to stare at him and he was immediately reminded of a horror movie he had once seen about pod people, or maybe it was the one with the creepy kids in it. Fortunately, they didn’t look at him for long. Once they realized that he wasn’t going to give them any additional information, they went back to chatting with each other. Soon they began breaking away from each other, and started looking for things they could use in their magic, or work.
“Joey,” said Ms. Lions. “Is my potion ready? My hands hurt.”
“Oh, yes,” he said, bending to pull her order off the shelf. “I’m sorry you’re in pain.”
“Old bones, you know,” she said. “Diana’s potion helps so much. I don’t know what I would do without it.”
“You know,” said Joey. “We just got some new lotion in. Diana helped develop it. I think it would be perfect for you. I’ll include one for you to try.”
“You’re such a sweet boy,” she said, kindly. “Thank you.”
“Not a problem. I hope it works as well as I expect it to.”
“I’ll let you know.”
He nodded and started waiting on people.
Chester and Midnight sat through pets, treats and sticky fingers. Well, not Midnight, so much. He watched a lot of things from the top of a bookshelf. Chester was good-natured enough to let people love him, but eventually even he had enough and finally fell asleep. When people saw him napping they lowered their voices and walked softly around his bed.
Now and then, Midnight would knock a book off a shelf and into the hands of someone who needed to read it. He was never wrong and people knew it. They always bought the book he sent their way. If they tried to put the book back on the shelf he meowed at them until they just thought it was easier to take it to the counter.
Everything was going along beautifully. The sun was just starting to dip low in the sky when Taylor walked in and said, “Well, the ghost is gone, so that’s a good thing.”
“What happened?” asked Joey.
“It was a young wisp of a thing. It wanted it’s mother. So it made noise and cried a lot, hoping she would hear him and come back.”
“That’s so sad,” he said, feeling the color drain from his face.
“It happens. Anyway, I explained everything to him and said that while I wasn’t sure, it was possible that his mother was waiting form him on the other side. I said that if she wasn’t there right now, she would be there eventually, so that’s where he should wait for her.”
“That makes sense,” said Joey, “but no one knows what, if anything, is even on the other side.”
“True, but I don’t believe she’s going to find him in that warehouse. I think his best chance of being found is to cross-over. If there’s nothing on the other side, at least he won’t be suffering in that warehouse, waiting forever.”
“So he did cross=over?”
“Diana and Cormick still love each other,” he said, then covered his mouth with his hand. “Oh, that’s not really for me to say, is it.”
“We all know it, Joey, so don’t worry about it.”
“What do you think is going to happen?”
“He doesn’t want her potion. He wants her to save him from himself. Again.”