Bells, Spells, and Murders by Carol J. Perry

Author:Carol J. Perry
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-07-09T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 27

In the morning I told Pete about the nightmare, if that’s what it was. I was surprised, as we lingered over morning coffee and toaster waffles with real Vermont maple syrup, how unemotional I felt as I relayed what I’d seen in the dream.

“So you opened the door and there was nothing behind it,” he said. “That sounds like some kind of symbolism, doesn’t it? Maybe our friend River would have some ideas about it.”

“That’s a good idea,” I said. “I’ll call her today.”

I planned to do exactly that. River stays up so late because of the show, that I never call her before late afternoon. Francine and I were kept pretty busy during the day—I suggested a trip to the tree lot which turned out well. The proprietor of the place was a funny guy who told us some cute stories about customers. We got some nice shots of the dancing traffic cop too, though he couldn’t leave his post to talk with us. He clearly didn’t mind being on TV though and made some extra-fancy moves for Francine’s camera. Later in the day we covered a craft fair at an assisted living community where residents had turned out an amazing variety of gift items. We got a feel-good segment for the viewers and I crossed off a couple more names from my list with the purchase of a pair of hand-knit mittens and a pig-shaped cutting board.

Just before I left the station at five I called River and asked her what she knew about door dreams. “Are they doors in your own house?” she asked right away.

“Yes.” That surprised me, even though she’s a witch and I’m getting used to her surprises. “How did you know that?”

She laughed. “I didn’t know it, you big silly. I’m not a psychic for heaven’s sake. I asked because that’s usually a good sign. It can mean opportunity or fulfilment. It’s like clearing the decks for something new coming into your life. Did it feel like that?”

I thought about the dream. “No. It wasn’t a particularly good feeling. I felt, well, kind of detached about it, even though it was my house.”

“Interesting,” she said. “I think it could mean opening another door, a figural one, and learning that something you were sure was there, really isn’t.” Little sigh. “Sorry. That’s not much help is it? I’ll come over this weekend and read your cards if you want.”

I thanked her, told her I’d let her know about the offered reading. The Tarot can be just as confusing as the visions and I was confused enough as it was.

Something I’m sure exists really doesn’t.

I thanked her again. “The more I think about it, River, the more I think that second explanation might be the right one.”

“You do? Good. You’ll let me know when you figure it out, won’t you?”

I promised I would and said good-bye. I stayed around for Wanda’s weather forecast. Cloudy and cold for the rest of the week. More snow coming later.

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