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“That wasn’t the doll she wanted us to have,” I murmured.
“Who?” Mary asked.
Looking up at the three of them, I smiled. “It was magick. There must have been a spell on that doll. It was the key that allowed Charlotte to contact me and Hollie.”
“It was the portal,” Matt stated. “It had to be. Sarah told me that’s how you guys traveled back in time.”
“Dude,” Tripp said, a wide smile on his face. “That’s some cool shit.”
Mary glanced around at all of us. “What in the hell are the three of you talking about! We have a missing three-hundred-year-old doll and you’re talking about magick and portals?” She leaned in and sniffed. “Have you been…you know…smoking the reefer? Dope? Mary Jane?”
When we all stared at her as she went on. “Hash, pot, grass, dope?”
“You said that one already,” Tripp pointed out. “Are you sure you’re not the one smoking the…reefer?”
Rolling her eyes, Mary crossed her hands over her chest and stared at me. “Are you trying to tell me that the doll just up and vanished on its own because it had a spell on it?”
I nodded.
“A magic spell?” Mary asked with a disbelieving laugh.
“Magick, yes,” I replied.
She burst out laughing.
Matt attempted to hide his smile and failed while Tripp frowned. “Mary, how else do you explain what happened?”
She stopped laughing and thought for a moment. “I can’t explain it. That doesn’t mean I think it was cursed.”
“Not cursed, Mary. Magick,” I repeated.
Blinking rapidly, Mary asked, “Lucas Payton, are you being serious? Are you saying that someone didn’t come up with some elaborate hoax to steal the doll? You truly believe it was…it was...”
Swallowing hard, she whispered, “A spell?”
I gave her a wink said, “Now, Mary, tell me you’re not afraid of a little bit of hocus pocus.”
She took a step back, looked at us each, turned to the monitor, and watched the doll disappear again.
“No one is going to believe this.” She shook her head. “Magick.”
Watching the video replay on a loop, I smiled. “Magick.”
Hollie
“Here you go!” I said as I dropped the last candy bar into the trick-or-treater’s bag. “The last one!”
The little girl squealed in delight and ran to her waiting mother and father.
Shutting the door, I set the empty bowl down and wobbled into the living room. Lucas looked up and smiled as he patted the seat next to him.
“Come here and let me massage your feet.”
“She’s late, Lucas.”
“I know, baby, but you’re going in tomorrow to be induced. You could have done it yesterday.”
“And have her be born on Halloween? No.”
