Chapter 13
Back at home, finally, Morgan surveyed the damage. Needless to say the suit was in rags. So much for that $1500 investment, he thought to himself. The shoes were ruined too – covered in blood, mud… and who knows what that was? And as for the flowers, well, they were laying on the sidewalk back at the fight scene. Not a good way to end the day. But it could have been worse… at least Bailey wasn’t there when it happened.
He ripped off what remained of his dress shirt and tossed it to the floor. Pants, socks and shoes followed. He was standing in his underwear now looking at himself in the big bathroom mirror. was covered in scratches – bloody claw marks of different sizes covered his body. But a few were already healing – so that was good – he just needed time for the others to heal as well. He grabbed a wash cloth, wet it and dabbed at the worst wounds that covered his chest.
Wincing as he bent over, he found the alcohol and peroxide in the bottom bathroom cabinet, stood back up, opened them both and poured a bit of each onto the washcloth – then he began wiping at the largest rips on his chest. He wished they had some whiskey in the house but knew there was none so he made the best use of what there was available. Whiskey was the best for post battle first aid – for cleaning out the wounds and for drinking to forget them too.
After he had cleaned them all reasonably well, he walked to the kitchen and got a cold beer from the fridge – not whiskey, but he’d make do. His smaller wounds were almost all healed, but he was stiff and sore all over from the fight. It had been quite a while since he had last fought like that – and his body was letting him know it right now. But he knew he needed to hide the clothes, or the rags basically, from Bailey. She must never see them.
And then he looked down at the fresh wounds that covered his body. Some were fresh scars now, though some still looked really nasty and might take a few days to completely heal. How would he ever explain that to Bailey? There was no way that she would ever miss those. No matter how well he tried to hide them.
He slowly sat down in a kitchen chair only dressed in his underwear, still holding his beer, and tried to think what he should do next. If his brother had found him – his stupid, nasty, least favorite brother – then it was only a matter of time until the others did too. There was only one thing to do. He didn’t want anything to happen to Bailey – she was his main focus in life.
So he finished his beer, got up and found a pad of paper and a pen in the desk drawer by the living room and sat down and thought about what to write. After a few minutes he started writing. And then he was done. Once he was finished he folded it up and left the note on the kitchen table where it would be easy to be found. Lastly he sat his empty beer bottle on it as a placeholder. Then he headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Later that evening, Bailey returned to an empty house. If Morgan had been joking about him not being there when she’d arrived, then she would have expected him not to. Feeling he’d abandoned her once again, she fell into her own grieving period. For what reason did he have to leave me, she thought. What did I do? Something must be wrong with me.
As she made her way into the kitchen, she noticed a piece of paper on the table. It was folded three times into a rectangle right under a empty beer bottle. She wondered what it might have said before she picked it up. When she picked it up she opened it and read the contents. She looked around like it was a joke. She couldn’t believe he had done it again.
But this time, at least his reason was a damn good one.
End Notes
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The store now known as Henry Sister’s Potions, Tonics, and Magical Beverages had a long history of being a place to find help for all those situations that needed assistance outside the realm of ordinary, day-to-day life. If you needed something extra-ordinary, this was definitely the place to check. Almost a century ago this building was owned by a family of wiccans, after that it was a tattoo parlor for a while and then it sat empty for a long, long time. So this particular building had a long and colorful past and seemed to draw to it people outside the realm of the ordinary.
But for now, the
current owners were sisters, spinsters by best guess, who had a flair for the unusual – but most especially for their knowledge of medicinal and magical herbs, oils and their abilities to make the best potions in the state. In fact, on their business card it even stated the following, “Henry Sister’s Potions, Tonics, and Magical Beverages, The Best Notions and Potions This Side of the Ocean” all in a wonderful scripted font that was both beautiful, yet easy to read, at the same time. In fact, it was the girls dad who had come up with the ocean slogan. It made Susan smile every time she read it as it so reminded her of her dad and his pride in the sisters small, yet unique, business.
And people did come from all over to purchase potions from the sisters. It was not uncommon at all to see all manner of cars with out of state license plates near the sisters small shop just about any day. Many had advised them to get their business online but they had not yet opted to do so out of a dislike for the impersonal nature of the internet.
But the sisters were also well known in their tiny little town for their long standing rule that all their potions and magical concoctions would only be made for the good of everyone – they would never make a potion to be used for negative reasons. So those hoping for something to harm another knew never to come here for help. No type of poisons or harmful elixirs would ever pass through their doors. To this one rule they vowed always to stay true and never to break.
Daily activities here overall were no different than at any other store you might frequent. The main difference being that the products for sale here were hand crafted one at a time by a pair of gifted potioneers, not something pre-packaged in a colorful box that hundreds, or even thousands, had been made of at a faceless factory in another land. And the staff here were knowledgeable, helpful and freely gave advice as needed with their clientele. Not the same kind of atmosphere that you’d expect at your typical “big box” store at all.
When you first entered the Henry Sister’s Potions, Tonics, and Magical Beverages you would at once be overcome with the amount of shelves the store contained for it’s intimate overall size – all filled with bottles, boxes and vials filled with every kind of herb, stick, twig, oil, leaf or powder that you might have ever thought of. And more. Many more.
And the smell inside, a hard one to describe due to all the products they had in stock, but needless to say it was very unique. And if the girls were brewing that day, in the tiny area in the back of the store, which they did almost every day, then there was no telling what smells you might encounter. But the fragrance was often compared to old libraries for some reason by their newest customers when described to others.
As it turns out this day was nothing out of the ordinary – Susan Henry, one of the stores owners, carefully stirred all the contents of her enameled spell pot in the back of the store. The fragrant liquid she was currently brewing had the entire room smelling absolutely delicious. She was all caught up on orders and trying to restock the shelves a bit and noticed that she was low on love potions. One of her most popular items, she knew she did not want to run out so she decided to brew up a batch before she was completely sold out.
Now love potions in particular were always tricky to mix – that was just one of the tricks of the trade, so she always paid careful attention when making these in particular. Now some potions and elixirs she could mix up blind folded, left handed, hanging upside down and in the dark – but not love potions – they demanded a lot more time and attention to detail.
She had spent all morning adding just the right amount of ingredients to the one she was working on. As it turns out she had been distracted on more than one occasion while putting this mixture together so she felt she really ought to have been done an hour ago. At least that was what she had planned. But when you are dealing with customers you just have to work around their schedules and needs and that is just the way that it is.
But she was getting close to completion now, she only had three more items left to add to create the magic necessary to complete their own brand of popular love potion. “Red rose petals, gold shavings from a wedding band and purple violets.” Susan muttered the remaining ingredients to herself over and over as she rummaged through her incantation rooms reserves, quickly locating the items.
All the shelves in their little store were filled with an assortment of jars, boxes and containers, each one filled with something unusual and intriguing. And these shelves and tables in the back were filled with items normally collected before a potion was made so that all ingredients would be in arms reach at any time during the brewing process. She had just grabbed the bottles containing the first two items, and was about to take the box filled with the third, when a noise from the front of the potion shop interrupted her concentration.
“Sue, I’m gonna take a break! Can you watch the front up here for me until I get back? You’ve finally finished the love potion, right? Sue?” Susan’s younger sister Emma popped her head in the door to the potion incanting room when Susan didn’t immediately answer her back. It was clear from Emma’s voice, that she was a bit perturbed over the delay this potion was making.
Guiltily Susan blushed as she glanced up at her sister. “Sure, oh yeah, go on ahead, I just have a few more things to stir in and I’m all done! Shouldn’t take but a couple more minutes.” Susan grabbed the last bottle quickly, and strode back over to her bubbling pot. She tried to focus once more on the recipe. It was just as important to be clear of thought as it was to add the right ingredients when mixing up a love potion.
The jingle of the front door bell told her Emma had already headed out of the shop for her lunch break. She knew her sister was already an hour overdue and didn’t blame her for being a little upset. Quickly she added the last three ingredients to the pot already at full boil. She hesitated momentarily as she glanced at the violets, frowning a bit at the light color of the dried flower. They should have been a dark, deep purple but instead were more of a lighter mauve color. “We need to talk with our supplier about these.” Susan muttered to herself. “These purple violets are really off color.”
She was always very specific about her ingredients when she placed her orders from suppliers. There was nothing that she detested more than someone who did not take good care of the products they sold to her store first, or someone who did not pay perfect attention to all the items they were sent or sent them the wrong thing all together.
Every single concoction, potion, elixir and tincture on the shelves of their little shop was carefully created and hand crafted, a labor of dedication by the two sisters. They took absolute pride in their work and full well understood the implications of a bad mixture, most importantly for their customers but for themselves and their reputations that they had so painstakingly created over years and years of work too. Susan took her role and influence in the town very seriously. She knew that many people still considered what they did to be a bit strange, maybe even odd if you asked some, if not downright fantasy.
But Susan had enough confidence and experience with her own skills to be absolutely certain that the spells she created always worked. Always! And sometimes too well. So she always made sure to warn her customers, that they be careful what they wished for, and be certain that they really wanted what they thought they did. Finally, when the last of the ingredients was added to the bubbling caldron, she sighed with satisfaction. She knew this potion was done. With a dramatic poof of fragrant mauve smoke, the potion condensed down and finally, a few minutes later, she was done.
Just then, their little shop’s front door bell jingled, letting her know that a customer had just arrived. “Hello, Welcome to Henry Sister’s,” Susan called out into the shop in the sweetest voice she could muster, as she brushed the hair back from her face. “I will be with you in just a minute!”
Susan carefully poured the contents of the swirling mauve liquid through a funnel, which filled out into another container, which eventually poured itself in a group of 10 awaiting tiny green glass bottles, all lined up per
fectly in a row, to capture the fragrant concoction. She quickly closed all the little bottles with a cork plug and walked out into the front shop area, with the last bottle of the love potion still firmly in her hand. With her free hand she straightened her strawberry blonde hair, and raked free a stray sprig of peppermint as she walked to the front.
She finally happened to catch a glimpse of her customer standing at the front counter, a handsome young man. Immediately she found that she was somehow a bit startled by him for some reason, not just because of his attractiveness, because he was really a good looking man, but because something about him, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, just seemed a little different.
Judging by the nervous expression marring his striking features, he was clearly uncomfortable being in the shop. Moving up to the counter, closer to the handsome young man, Susan set the love potion she was holding down on the counter and smiled her best, encouraging smile at her new, handsome, yet fidgety, uncomfortable customer.
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Table of Contents
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
End Notes
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