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I’d barely settled onto my bed with a stack of receipts when I heard a voice from downstairs. “Yoo-hoo! Anyone home? I thought I saw Katie’s truck outside.” It was my grandmother.
Perhaps this house felt more crowded because it was kind of like living in the middle of Grand Central Station—spacious, but you couldn’t get a moment to yourself.
I put my work aside and headed downstairs to find my grandmother in the kitchen. “Hey, Granny,” I said. “Did you need something?”
“Just dropping by. I was out running errands. Is your mother around?” Without waiting for an answer, she darted into the living room. She carried a cane, but I couldn’t remember her ever leaning on it.
She mostly just waved it at people.
“I think she’s at the grocery store,” I said as I ran after her. “She should be home any minute.”
She whirled and headed back to the kitchen. “You wouldn’t happen to have any coffee ready, would you?”
“I don’t think so, but I can make you some if you like.” Before I finished speaking she was already putting a filter in the coffeemaker and dumping in some coffee. “Or you could make yourself at home,” I finished under my breath.
“Katie!” my mother’s voice called from outside. I detected a hint of panic, probably because she’d seen my grandmother’s block-long old Oldsmobile parked in the driveway.
“There’s Mom now,” I said cheerfully. “I’ll help her unload the groceries while you make the coffee.”
Without waiting for a response, I ran out the kitchen door and down the steps from the back porch to the driveway.
My mother looked like she’d swooned against the side of her car. “Please don’t tell me my mother is here,” she said.
“Well, then I’d have to lie. She’s making coffee.”
“I did not need this today, not with everyone coming over for dinner tonight.”
I reached into the trunk and grabbed a few grocery bags. “Weren’t you going to invite her?”
“Of course I was. But I wasn’t planning to have an audience while I cooked. She’ll criticize everything.”
“Why don’t I call Molly and tell her to bring the kids over when they get out of school? They can distract Granny.”
“Oh, you’re brilliant. How did I have such a brilliant little girl? It’s too bad you haven’t had children yet so you could pass on those brains to the next generation.” It was a sign of how long I’d been back home that I let the remark about children roll right off my back. When you’re hassled about marriage and children on a daily basis, you tend to get used to it.
“By the way, Beth said Steve Grant came by the store to see you,” she said. And there she went again.
“Yeah, he saw me in Dairy Queen and wanted to know what I was doing back in town.”
“He’s still single, you know. I can’t believe some smart young lady hasn’t snatched him up yet.”
“Yes, I know.” Then we were inside the house. I dumped my groceries on the kitchen table and hightailed it back to Mom’s car for another load while Granny started in on Mom. It was one of those cases where discretion really was the better part of valor.
When I got back inside with the next load, Mom was saying, “And would you believe Lester gave it to him for free? Beth thought it had something to do with Gene’s daddy owning half the town.”
As I went back outside, I hoped the subject had changed by the time I got back with the next load of groceries, since I’d finished emptying the car and I wouldn’t have any more excuses for sneaking away. “That’s the last of it,” I said, dropping the bags on the table.
“Katie, I was just telling Mama about what I saw outside the grocery store. I swear, there were people dancing in the parking lot, right there on the courthouse square. It reminded me of that deli you took me to in New York, the one where the waiters all did the dance routine.”
I got a sick feeling in my stomach. That hadn’t been the kind of restaurant staffed by hopeful Broadway actors. The impromptu dance routine had come about because of Phelan Idris, the rogue wizard Owen was fighting, casting a spell on everyone in the deli to make them dance for his own amusement. “Are you sure it wasn’t the drill team doing some danceathon fund-raiser?” I asked.
Magic was supposed to be absolutely impossible here, wasn’t it? This town certainly wasn’t the kind of place where people started dancing in the streets for no reason.
“No, it was most definitely not the drill team. Everyone who came out of the store got into it. It was absolutely ridiculous.”
“Ah, spring fever,” Granny said, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Back in the day, in the old country, we’d welcome spring by dancing to the spirits of the earth and air.” Her Texas drawl mutated into something out of a Lucky Charms commercial.
“Mother, you’ve never been in the old country,” Mom pointed out. “You were born in Texas, and you’ve never left the state. How on earth would you know what they did back in Ireland?”
