Iâm nuts. Tell me that this house really is hauntedâthat thereâs a ghost here, and that Iâm not imagining all this crazy stuff.â
Rubyâs energy shield came up and the shimmering faded. She took a deep breath. âNo, of course I donât. I believe you, Claire. In fact, I saw her myself, just this morning.â
âYou
did
?â Claire cried. âOh, Ruby, thatâs
wonderful
!â
âWell, I donât know about that,â Ruby said cautiously, and told Claire about stopping on the hill and looking down at the house and seeing the woman in the shirtwaist and skirt, carrying the basket of white roses.
âAnd then Sam showed up,â she concluded, âand when I looked back, the woman was gone.â
There was a crooked man
Ruby frowned. Why couldnât she get that silly nursery rhyme out of her mind? It kept repeating itself like a broken record.
âGood old Sam,â Claireâs laugh was brittle. âHe seems to appear at just the right time, doesnât he? Or the wrong time, depending on how you look at it.â
found a crooked sixpence
Claire looked at Ruby, half-tilting her head. âBut Iâm really glad you saw herâagain, I mean. This morning. It means you didnât imagine her the first time. And I didnât imagine her, either.â
Ruby tried to laugh. âBut maybe weâre both imagining it, Claire, then and now. You knowâthe power of suggestion.â
Claire shook her head. âI know what I saw. And what you saw. And what Iâve heard.â She leaned forward, her voice becoming quietly insistent.âI hope I havenât scared you, Ruby. I donât want to chase you away. I need you. Say youâll stay and help me. Please.
Please.
â
Ruby thought of her suitcase, still in the car, her car keys in her purse, little Grace with a sore throat, the shop and the tearoom that Ramona wanted to buy, and her other obligations. She pressed her lips together. She understood Claireâs need, and she was sorry that all this was happening. But she was in way over her head here, and she wasâ¦she was scared. She had no business trying to deal with this situation. She should just go home. She glanced at her watch. If she left now, sheâd be back at the shop before closing time.
She was opening her mouth to explain to Claire why she had to leave when the cell phone in her bag began to buzz. Then it swung into the first few bars of the old Buddy Holly song, âRaining in My Heart,â Colinâs favorite. He had downloaded it to her phone and sheâd never changed it.
âHey,â she said, picking up her purse and fishing around for her cell. âI thought you said we couldnât get a signal here.â
âSometimes the magic works,â Claire said with a shrug. âIf itâs a text, you might get it.â
Ruby found her phone and flipped it open. Thatâs what it was, all right. A text message. From China.
âOh no!â she muttered, reading it, then reading it again. âOh
no
!â
Claire frowned. âWhatâs wrong?â
âJust about everything,â Ruby replied distractedly, and read the message for the third time.
Ramona says Doris escaped. Hark says watch for TS Amanda. Amy says Grace needs tonsils out. Tonight. But we can handle. Stay where you are. Donât come home.
Chapter Five
The genus name
Iris
is derived from the Greek word for rainbow, referring to the wide variety of flower colors. In Greek mythology, Iris was the messenger of the gods and is usually depicted as descending from her home in the rainbow.
The rhizomes of three species of iris (
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,
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, and
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) are known as orris and are prized in perfumery for their violet scent and their ability to fix other scents. The Egyptians and Greeks used orris to treat chest complaints. Pieces of the root were strung and worn around the neck as
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