Witches' Diaries by Morgana Best

Author:Morgana Best [Best, Morgana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sort4
ISBN: 9781922595157
Publisher: Best Cosy Books

Chapter 12

I was with Dorothy, inspecting her tomatoes, when Moxie Maisie appeared. She was wearing impossibly high heels, a scarlet coat, a Hermes scarf, and a pinched expression.

“I want a memorial service!” she said firmly.

“A memorial service?” I repeated.

“Are you deaf? Yes, that’s exactly what I said. We must hold a memorial service for Grandmama.”

“Sure, you can do whatever you like,” I said. I turned my back on her and bent over the tomato vines.

“They’re starting to die off at this time of year,” Aunt Dorothy said.

“What!” Moxie Maisie shrieked so loudly that Carey jumped and snuggled into Aunt Dorothy. “How distasteful of you to mention death at a time like this.”

Aunt Dorothy and I exchanged glances. “Where are you going to hold this memorial service?” I asked her.

“You’re obviously going to host it,” she said.

“I am?”

“Why do you always keep asking me questions?”

“You are the one who asked the last question,” Aunt Dorothy pointed out.

Moxie Maisie looked as though she might explode. She stomped her foot. “I’m going off to fetch Finn!” With that, she stomped away, and considering she was wearing stilettos, stomping looked rather difficult.

Aunt Dorothy gave me a tour of the vegetable garden, and we were almost back at the manor when Finn appeared. He was clearly embarrassed. “Um, err,” he stammered. “Moxie Maisie would like to have a memorial service for her Grandmama.”

Aunt Agnes poked her head around the kitchen door. “What’s all this commotion? Memorial service, you say?”

Finn nodded. “Moxie Maisie wants to have a memorial service for Priscilla.”

Aunt Agnes made a shooing motion with her hand. “Sure. Tell her to feel free.”

“Aunt Agnes, she wants us to hold the service for her.”

Aunt Agnes’s face drained of all colour. “She does? Why?”

We all looked at Finn.

Finn fidgeted. “I don’t really know why. She hasn’t discussed it with me. She only said that she thinks the funeral might be some time away, and she wants to honour her grandmother now.”

“Well, why not,” Aunt Dorothy said. “So long as no coffins are involved.”

I was perplexed. Apparently, so was Aunt Agnes. “Why would coffins be involved?” she asked her.

“Why, they’re big and cumbersome, of course.”

“When does Moxie Maisie want to hold this memorial service?” I asked Finn.

“In an hour.”

I rubbed my forehead. “That doesn’t give us much time.”

“Moxie Maisie said not to bother doing anything too fancy.”

“That was extremely generous of her,” Aunt Agnes said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

The sarcasm was lost on Finn. “Yes, she’s lovely.”

I wondered if we were thinking of the same person.

Finn was still talking. “She suggested some wine, maybe champagne, and finger food.”

“Did she now!” Aunt Agnes appeared to be growing angrier by the minute.

Finn pulled out his phone and looked at the time. “Okay then, let’s say an hour? And in your living room? Oh, and one more thing. Moxie Maisie wants all the staff of Mugwort Manor to attend. Otherwise, it will be just us, you see.”

“I’m so looking forward to it,” Aunt Agnes said through clenched teeth.

Finn smiled and walked away.

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