Spells A La Carte (Mystic Cafe Series Book 3) by Rose Pressey Page B

nothing goes wrong it couldn’t hurt.” 
    “That’s a big if,” she said.
    “Well, I have to try.”
    Mary Jane nodded. “Yes, I agree, you have to try something.”
    I motioned for her to follow me. “Come on, let’s go find a spell for the pie.”
    Mary Jane and I entered the kitchen. Grandma Imelda was sorting through the spices.
    When she looked over at us, she said, “I heard what you have planned. What kind of spell do you want to try?”
    I grabbed the spellbook from the shelf. “What do you recommend?”
    Grandma Imelda wiped her hands on her apron and pulled the book over in front of her. She flipped through the book and then stopped on a page. “This one looks like it might be a good one.”
    I scanned the page and nodded. “I’ll get the ingredients.”
    “I’ll get the pie dish,” Mary Jane said.
    I was so glad to have Mary Jane and Grandma Imelda in my life. I knew that I could always count on them to help me with anything. Even if it got a little crazy at times. I placed the spices and other pie ingredients onto the island. Making the pie was the easy part, adding the spell was a lot more difficult. Grandma Imelda watched as I made the pie. Now it was time to add the spell.
    “Are you ready for this?” she asked.
    I nodded. “I think so.” I just hoped that Tom didn’t walk in and catch me. “Did you lock the front door?” I asked Mary Jane.
    She nodded. “Yes, when the last customer left.”
    Grandma Imelda patted my hand. “It’s okay. I’ll just tell him I made the pie.”
    I smiled. “Even though it would be coming from you, I still don’t think he would believe it.” 
    She placed her hands on her hips. “Well, he’d better believe whatever I tell him.”
    I just smiled. 
    I picked the first spice up from the line of bottles on the island. Grandma Imelda nodded and nudged me to continue. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous. I’d done this many times now. But I really wanted this to work, so the spell had to be just right. I sprinkled the spice over the top of the pie. It sparked a little, but it wasn’t much yet. The real magic wouldn’t happen until I added all of the spices for the spell. I sprinkled on another spice and that was when the light show started. Flashes of red and blue flew through the air.
    As I sprinkled the last of the spices, the wind picked up. The pots and pans hanging around the kitchen swayed and the spectacular performance looked like a mini-Fourth of July display. As I added the last of the spices, the wind settled and so did display of lights. Calm had returned.
    “Great job, Elly,” Grandma Imelda said.
    “Yes, that was fantastic,” Mary Jane added.
    “We’ll see how great it is when I give it to Rory,” I said.
    “How will he get it?” Mary Jane asked.
    I tapped my fingers against the counter. “I’ll just have to take it to him and hope for the best.” 
    Mary Jane flashed a pitying smile. I knew she didn’t have confidence that he would eat it, but I didn’t know what else to do. Could we force him to eat the pie? No, definitely not. After baking the pie, Mary Jane and I set out to take Rory the pie. Of course I was full of anxiety.
    I waved to Grandma Imelda as we headed out the door. “I’ll see you at home, Grandma.”
    “Good luck, dear,” she said with confidence in her voice.
    I needed that confidence boost. I straightened my shoulders and marched out the door with the pie in my hands.
    “Do you think Rory will know what you’re up to with the pie?” Mary Jane asked.
    “He probably will, but I can try my best to convince him otherwise,” I said.
    “You can tell him it’s a new recipe and you need him to taste-test for you.”
    “Cherry pie is his favorite and he can’t resist usually… now I’m not so sure.”
    Mary Jane and I headed down the sidewalk. It felt as if someone was watching us. I stepped forward and immediately tumbled to the ground. The pie flew through the air and landed a few feet in front