really believe this one little rock can do all that?”
“There’s amazing power and beauty in everything in nature. You just need to take the time to look for it and understand it. Which brings to me my second gift.”
“Wow, I feel like it’s my birthday.”
“Well, Samhain, Halloween, is a special holiday at my house. It’s one of the most important and powerful days of the year for a Wiccan. My family always likes to exchange little gifts.”
Rebecca was having visions of Justyn and two black clad parental figures standing in the middle of the cemetery, chanting strange invocations in an effort to raise the dead. He must have noticed the look on her face. He rolled his eyes again, good-naturedly, and handed her a small paperback.
“This book will explain things. Wicca probably isn’t what you think it is. But Samhain is a day when the veil between worlds is the thinnest. I always feel my father’s spirit is close by on Samhain.”
“Your father is . . . .” She paused, not wanting to sound rude.
“On the other side,” Justyn finished. “I call it the Summerland. It’s a place where your soul waits to be reincarnated.”
“I’m sorry about your father,” Rebecca said. “What happened to him?”
Justyn shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but she noticed he had to clear his throat before he spoke again. “Cancer. It was a long time ago, though. I was barely walking.”
“So your mom raised you alone?”
“Pretty much. She got married again a few years ago. Matt’s cool, but he doesn’t really understand me.”
“I can’t imagine why. I mean—you’re such an open book.”
Justyn rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, as long as my mother’s happy, it’s all the same to me. Matt gives me my space.”
“Well, I’m going to make a point of reading this book over the weekend.” Rebecca promised. “I’m sure it will be . . . very enlightening. But right now, I really need to get home and get my costume together. Will you be coming to the dance tonight? Or will you be too busy exchanging Halloween gifts and communing with the dead?”
“I’ll do my best to work it all into my schedule, but I can’t make any promises.”
It didn’t seem right that she should feel so disappointed when she was going to the dance with someone else, but still she felt her hopes drop. “All right. Maybe I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, maybe. Have a good time with Tom.”
It was hard to miss the hint of contempt in his voice when he spat Tom’s name in only barely contained disgust. Rebecca was relieved when she was able to slip away before he could take it any further. The last thing she wanted to talk about with Justyn was her date with Tom.
Rebecca drove home, and immediately jumped into the shower. After she blow dried her hair, she rolled it in hot curlers. Then she fixed her makeup as she waited for the curls to set. It took her a few times to get the sparkling false eyelashes to stick, but when they finally did, she added glitter eye shadow and a deep pink blush. She didn’t normally wear much makeup, but for Halloween, which had always been one of her favorite holidays, she made an exception. Her own life was so boring, it was fun to pretend to be someone a little more exiting, or adventurous, or in this case magical. This year, Rebecca had chosen a wood fairy as her costume.
After she was done with her makeup and removed the curlers, she used a sparkling lotion to cover her arms and legs in a very light, subtle shimmer before slipping into the costume. The flowing orange, gold and green gossamer top stopped just above her belly button. The matching skirt was a little shorter than she expected, but she had to admit, it was sexy. She completed the outfit with a pair of golden leg laces that tied just below her knees, a set of over-sized wings, and a ring of orange flowers that she placed on top of
“There’s amazing power and beauty in everything in nature. You just need to take the time to look for it and understand it. Which brings to me my second gift.”
“Wow, I feel like it’s my birthday.”
“Well, Samhain, Halloween, is a special holiday at my house. It’s one of the most important and powerful days of the year for a Wiccan. My family always likes to exchange little gifts.”
Rebecca was having visions of Justyn and two black clad parental figures standing in the middle of the cemetery, chanting strange invocations in an effort to raise the dead. He must have noticed the look on her face. He rolled his eyes again, good-naturedly, and handed her a small paperback.
“This book will explain things. Wicca probably isn’t what you think it is. But Samhain is a day when the veil between worlds is the thinnest. I always feel my father’s spirit is close by on Samhain.”
“Your father is . . . .” She paused, not wanting to sound rude.
“On the other side,” Justyn finished. “I call it the Summerland. It’s a place where your soul waits to be reincarnated.”
“I’m sorry about your father,” Rebecca said. “What happened to him?”
Justyn shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but she noticed he had to clear his throat before he spoke again. “Cancer. It was a long time ago, though. I was barely walking.”
“So your mom raised you alone?”
“Pretty much. She got married again a few years ago. Matt’s cool, but he doesn’t really understand me.”
“I can’t imagine why. I mean—you’re such an open book.”
Justyn rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, as long as my mother’s happy, it’s all the same to me. Matt gives me my space.”
“Well, I’m going to make a point of reading this book over the weekend.” Rebecca promised. “I’m sure it will be . . . very enlightening. But right now, I really need to get home and get my costume together. Will you be coming to the dance tonight? Or will you be too busy exchanging Halloween gifts and communing with the dead?”
“I’ll do my best to work it all into my schedule, but I can’t make any promises.”
It didn’t seem right that she should feel so disappointed when she was going to the dance with someone else, but still she felt her hopes drop. “All right. Maybe I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, maybe. Have a good time with Tom.”
It was hard to miss the hint of contempt in his voice when he spat Tom’s name in only barely contained disgust. Rebecca was relieved when she was able to slip away before he could take it any further. The last thing she wanted to talk about with Justyn was her date with Tom.
Rebecca drove home, and immediately jumped into the shower. After she blow dried her hair, she rolled it in hot curlers. Then she fixed her makeup as she waited for the curls to set. It took her a few times to get the sparkling false eyelashes to stick, but when they finally did, she added glitter eye shadow and a deep pink blush. She didn’t normally wear much makeup, but for Halloween, which had always been one of her favorite holidays, she made an exception. Her own life was so boring, it was fun to pretend to be someone a little more exiting, or adventurous, or in this case magical. This year, Rebecca had chosen a wood fairy as her costume.
After she was done with her makeup and removed the curlers, she used a sparkling lotion to cover her arms and legs in a very light, subtle shimmer before slipping into the costume. The flowing orange, gold and green gossamer top stopped just above her belly button. The matching skirt was a little shorter than she expected, but she had to admit, it was sexy. She completed the outfit with a pair of golden leg laces that tied just below her knees, a set of over-sized wings, and a ring of orange flowers that she placed on top of
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