Rowan's Responsibility by Terri Reid

Author:Terri Reid [Reid, Terri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2018-05-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-eight

Henry stared at himself in the bedroom mirror, shook his head and loosened his tie. His tweed jacket, charcoal grey slacks and white shirt seemed to do the trick. The only tricky element in the whole outfit was his tie. He stared at the navy blue and burgundy tie around his neck and shook his head. He unknotted it and tossed it on his bed along with three other similarly discarded ties. “This is crazy,” he told himself. “It’s just a dinner. I’m not meeting the queen. Pick a damn tie, Henry.”

He walked back to his closet and looked at the tie hanger. “And who in their right mind brings six ties along with him to go to a cabin in the woods?” he asked himself. “That’s right. A man who has never learned how to relax. I should just skip the whole tie thing and go with an open shirt collar. That’s what I should do!”

He turned and walked away from the closet, got to the door and then turned and walked back. “You can’t do it,” he said to himself in the mirror, with a little tinge of disgust. “Well then, pick a tie and be quick about it.”

Finally, settling on a gold and green paisley tie, he hurried from the room, straightening the tie as he walked down the steps, and walked down to the kitchen. He glanced at the clock. He still had fifteen minutes before he was due to dinner. He could easily put away whatever Hazel had brought over in the other shopping bag.

The container of salt was the first thing he saw. “Now how do I use this again?” he wondered. In jest, he picked up the container to read the information in small print on the back. “I’m sure how to protect your home from evil entities is printed back here.”

His eyes widened in shock when the tiny, white print explained, “How to protect your home from evil entities: Sprinkle salt and protective herbs on the tops of doorways, or at the thresholds of your home. Salt also may be used on windowsills or any other entrance to your home.”

Henry shook his head, blinked his eyes and looked again. This time the back read, “Table salt is a staple in kitchens all across America. That’s because it is the perfect choice to unlock the delicious, natural flavors in food.”

He placed the container back on the counter and stepped away, eyeing it suspiciously. Did the words really change on the back of the container, or did he just read what he wanted to see? He ran his hand through his hair, checking for a bump he might have overlooked and could have caused a slight concussion, but found nothing.

“Of course there’s nothing,” Henry muttered. “The healer witch took away all my injuries, as well as my scar.” He shook his head. “What the hell kind of world have I just fallen into?”

He pushed the salt to the side and looked into the other shopping bag.

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