Bad Moon Rising: A Black Bayou Witch Tale by Lori Beasley Bradley

Author:Lori Beasley Bradley [Beasley Bradley, Lori]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shadow City - A Next Chapter Imprint
Published: 2020-02-27T06:00:00+00:00

9

A new roll of posters and several cases of books arrived the following week.

Julia brought Melanie back, and the girl helped Fiona change all the posters and stock the shelves.

“I still can’t believe he’s dead,” the girl said as she held Poppy in her arms and stared at Lourdes’s smiling face on the new poster. It was the same poster but with the addition of a black banner that read 'In Memory of Our Friend' across it and the new date of the event. “He was such a nice old man and such a good writer.”

“Did you read 'The Twelfth Night Gift?'” Fiona asked.

“It was so good,” the girl sighed. “It would have made a much better movie than 'The Reckoning.'” She began taping the poster to the window in the door. “Have you read 'Nightshade' yet?”

“I’m reading it now.”

“Isn’t Pierre hot?” the teenager asked. “I don’t even care that he’s gay.”

Fiona furrowed her brow and smiled. “A gay werewolf?”

"He wasn’t always a werewolf, Aunt Fiona. A witch cast a spell on him when she found out he was in love with his best friend—another guy.” She tore off some tape and stuck it on the corners of the poster. “He was supposed to marry her,” Melanie continued. “One of those arranged family things from back in the day, you know?”

“I will if you keep giving away the story before I can read it,” Fiona scolded.

“Oh, right. Sorry, Aunt Fi.” Melanie’s cheeks turned pink with embarrassment.

“I was thinking about ordering a pizza for supper. What do you think?”

The willowy teen dropped the squirming dog to the floor and smiled. “Hawaiian with extra cheese and extra pineapple,” she pled.

“You’ve got it.” Fiona took her phone from her pocket and scrolled through her contacts to find the one saved for pizza.

The day had been slow with only a few people stopping in to check and see how things had changed with the big book signing. Fiona had never imagined how many people in town were invested in the event. Store owners had planned special sales for the anticipated crowd of out-of-towners, restaurants were planning special menus based on meals in Lourdes’s books for the day, and the theatre had booked "The Reckoning" for the weekend.

It surprised Fiona that so many other businesses in St. Elizabeth were depending as much on her event as she was. She explained the changes and that they were still anticipating a large turnout for the event. Mr. Bascombe had sent along a handwritten note telling Fiona where he’d placed information about the memorial tribute to Lourdes. The list was extensive and included national news venues, literary journals, and area newspapers. He told her to expect a crowd and lots of flowers.

“Only a few more days, Aunt Fiona,” Melanie said as they readied for bed that night.

“I know,” Fiona sighed, “and I can’t wait for things to get back to normal.”

“Get back to boring, you mean,” Melanie said with a giggle.

They were sitting together on the balcony enjoying the quiet July evening when the sound of glass shattering below brought them to their feet.

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