A Charming Wish
would get me out of
here.
    She threw her head back and roared
with laughter. The birds scattered from the trees.
    “ Did you ask the three
musketeers?” She brought her hand up to stifle her
giggle.
    “ Who?”
    “ Mary Sue, Mopsey and
Mopey.” She waved her hands in the air. “Those three Marys.” From
the lack of respect she was giving them, I could tell she wasn’t a
big fan of them either.
    “ You mean Mary Sue, Mary
Ellen and Mary Lynn?” I asked.
    “ You know good and well
what I mean.” She crossed her arms in disgust. “They shouldn’t be
the Order of Elders, but that’s for another time. Have you
discussed this with them? After all, you are banned until further
notice.”
    I put my hands together and batted my
eyes. “Can’t you ask them for me? You are the Dean.”
    If I had to play the Dean’s niece
card, I would.
    “ Of course I will.” She
smiled, causing her eyes to narrow like a cat’s. She wrapped her
arm around me and her cloak followed. “When shall I expect
you?”
    There were a few things I needed to
get done. First, I had to make a stop into Locust Grove and see
Adeline. I had to do a little bit of snooping and I wanted to know
who she was fighting with. Then I needed to go to Kenny’s
funeral.
    I didn’t know why I needed to go, but
I did.
    “ How about this time
tomorrow?”
    “ I’ll be waiting.” Her
hands flew to her side and she vanished. Right into thin
air.
    “ I wish I could disappear
like that.” I was green with envy at Aunt Helena’s skills. Why
couldn’t I have those kinds of spiritual gifts instead of the whole
intuition thing?

Chapter Sixteen

    “ Where are you?” I hissed
into the air in a hushed whisper. Mr. Prince Charming didn’t want
to be anywhere near Aunt Helena. He darted off so fast when she
showed up that I didn’t see where he went. “Mr. Prince Charming.” I
ran my fingers along my wrist, wishing I had my charm bracelet. I
could use a little luck right about now.
    Off in the distance, closer to our
house that sits on the hill overlooking Whispering Falls, a long
white tail danced in the sunrise. He was heading straight toward
our cottage, but why?
    He knew I wasn’t supposed to go
anywhere near our home, but I knew he wasn’t going to send me into
danger.
    Like a good Fairy goddaughter, I went
where he was leading me and it was right in the front seat of the
Green Machine.
    “ You are a stinker.” I
pushed the manual locks down, and then hunkered down and rubbed his
back before he nestled in a ball on the dashboard. I couldn’t risk
anyone seeing me. Slowly, I raised my head and looked out the
passenger window to see if I could see anyone in the house. It was
dark, but that didn’t mean no one was there. “Now, how am I
supposed to get this thing started without my keys?”
    Tap, tap, tap.
    I lay on the seat hoping whoever was
tapping on the Green Machine window didn’t see me, but obviously,
they did.
    Please don’t see me, I thought with my
eyes tightly shut.
    “ I can see
you.”
    “ Oscar?” I sat up and
could feel the joy come back to my soul.
    “ Are you looking for
these?” He dangled the keys off his finger, but looked around to
see if anyone saw him. “Let me in.” He motioned to the
lock.
    Without hesitation, I pulled the
silver lock up and slid to the passenger side of the Green
Machine.
    “ Did you see anyone in
there?” He asked before he leaned over and took me into his
arms.
    “ No.” I pushed him back.
“Are you going to arrest me?”
    Fear and anxiety knotted inside my gut
from the thought of the percussion of violating my parole set on me
by the Order of Elders. Seeing him was probably worth it. A
calmness washed over me as my intuition told me to trust
him.
    Meow,
meow . Mr. Prince Charming wasn’t too
alarmed to see him either. He threw his back leg up in the air and
began cleaning his fur.
    “ Let’s get out of here
first.” Oscar put the keys in the ignition. Turning the old El
Camino on, he

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