When the Spell Blows by Renee George

Author:Renee George
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Renee George

By the time we got close to town, my cell phone was blowing up. I had twenty-plus texts from Michael from the night before, so he was the first person I texted back.

I’m ok. Heading home to grab some stuff. Stay with Doug. Text soon. Love u.

The other messages were from Rowan, Marigold, Dahlia, and Rose, wanting to know where I was and to call them immediately.

Oops, too late for that. I called Marigold, and she picked up on the first ring.

“Hey,” she said. “Where are you at?”

“Coming back into town. Was at Keir’s. You know he doesn’t have any cell phone reception. How did it go yesterday? Is everyone pissed at me?”

Marigold sighed. “I need you to come to Dad’s house.”

“Why?”

“Because I need you to come here,” Marigold said.

Fear knotted in my gut. Why was she at our father’s house? “Is Dad okay? He didn’t fall again, did he?”

Marigold sighed. “I’ll tell you everything when you get here.”

“It could be a problem,” I told her. “You know, because of the wind—”

She cut me off. “Hey, you’re on speakerphone,” she told me. “Rowan is here too.”

Great. That meant I couldn’t discuss my current condition. “I’m going to have to go home and shower first,” I said. “I’ll be there in an hour.” I hung up the call.

“What’s wrong with your dad?” Keir asked.

“I don’t know, but Marigold sounded worried. It must be bad. Rowan’s there too.” Rowan was a doctor, so if he was keeping this close of an eye on our dad, then it had to be serious. “I need to go, but I can’t let them see me like this.”

“Long sleeves and gloves,” Keir said. “That will cover up all the parts that need covering.”

“And the bruises?”

He grimaced. “Makeup.”

“It’s worth a shot.” My frustration and fear were on the same level. “Why is this happening now all at once?”

“I have a theory about that. I call it the all-or-nothing chaos theory. Either nothing is going on, or everything is going on.”

“I think that theory has been around for a while.” But I smiled, and I think that’s all he was after.

When I got home, Linda was in the garden with Bob. She didn’t throw anything at me, which worried me even more. “Linda, are we okay?”

“For now, Kleinkind,” she’d said.

Bob walked next to me as I went inside, taking every opportunity to rub his face against my legs. Bob and I were always good. Keir made a few calls while I showered, dried my hair, lamented my slightly translucent parts and put makeup over my bruises.

I put on a turquoise turtleneck sweater I had in the closet as part of my fall wear, then checked myself out in the mirror. I gave the look a seven out of ten. It would do. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get away with gloves, though.

The bruises were hardly noticeable under the makeup, so I tried some on the bad hand. The coverage wasn’t bad. I dabbed concealer on for extra coverage, then applied foundation to both hands so they would look alike.

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