Bewicched by Seana Kelly

Author:Seana Kelly [Kelly, Seana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781641972345
Publisher: NYLA

23

The Dreaded Three Naming

“Is it okay if I visit again?” the detective asked.

“You bet.” Huh, a mundane friend. Well, she already knew a lot of what I could do, even if the wicche part was still a secret. I pointed to the end of the deck. “You can go that way. Save yourself from walking back through the gallery and the construction obstacle course. In fact, I’ll walk with you. Our conversation made me realize I need a garden over here.” We stepped off the dock and turned right, following the side of the cannery toward the road.

There was a dirt path by the building and then a swath of dirt patches, sand, and tufts of grass maybe ten feet wide, running from the road, alongside the cannery, and ending at the ocean. I was pretty sure the area past that was over my property line. It had tall grass, ice plants, and rocks along the water’s edge.

“What do you think? What should I do with this space?”

The detective scanned left and right before staring at the huge wall itself. “I guess it depends on if you’re painting a mural here.”

A mural? How had I not thought of that? I moved back to take in the whole wall in context with the rest of its surroundings. “Hell yes, I’m painting a mural.” I thought about it, saw it. “It’ll be a continuation of the sea monster story. I’ll paint the side to look like the cannery is old and deteriorating, windows broken, boards weather-beaten and rotting. I’ll have tentacles bursting out of the rotting wall, climbing up the side to envelop the whole building.” Yes. That would look amazing and would stop cars. They might even visit the gallery. Which meant I needed to blow some glass sculptures of octopuses for the tourists to buy. Hmm.

“Thank you,” I said, absently patting her shoulder. “I love this idea.”

“In that case, you don’t want pretty flowers and bushes. Maybe some tall decorative grasses. Maybe just some deergrass or reedgrass. There’s one that’s kind of a burnt orange. What’s it called? Uh…sedge! Orange sedge. The great part is decorative grasses are low maintenance, low water. Spray from the ocean would probably be enough for them, and they’d fit in with an old, overgrown feel.”

“Perfect. If you know any florists or growers you’d recommend, let me know.” She was looking better, less haunted. She’d found lighter thoughts to occupy her brain. Trust me, I knew how important those respites were.

“I’ll ask my cousin. He’s a landscaper. He’ll know. I’ll get back to you.” She was drawing a quick sketch in her notebook and then scribbling down ideas.

“Maybe I could just hire your cousin to do the work,” I began.

“Oh, no. You can hire me. I want to do this project.” The gleam in her eye relieved some of the guilt I’d been feeling. Returning the notebook to her pocket, she waved as she headed back to her car.

I knew none of this was my fault.

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