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“If you insist. How long will you be with us?” He walked with me to the trailer door. “That sounded rude, didn’t it? I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that your mother’s booth was always very popular, and if you were going to be around for a while . . . ”
“I don’t know how long I’ll be here,” I said carefully. “My plans have kind of changed. ”
“Ah?” He gave me a long look, then nodded. “Naomi. ”
“Yes. ” I examined my gloves, biting down hard on my lip to keep the tears from burning in my eyes again.
“It was a mistake to hire her, but we were short-handed, and Benedikt swore she would fit in well. ”
“Ben got her the job?” I asked, the tiny little atoms of my heart crumbling even further.
Peter looked embarrassed, his gaze dropping as he fidgeted with the doorknob. “I had no idea that he . . . that they . . . ”
“It’s all right. ” I dredged up a ghost of a smile. “It’s likely I’ll be around for a bit, so I can run Mom’s booth while I’m here if you like. Although I really can only sell the things she already has made up—I can’t make any more. ”
“No, no, of course not. But you know the things to say to customers, and you are familiar with Miranda’s stock. It would be a great help. The opera contest that is going on in town has brought in a tremendous number of people to the area, and the Faire, and I hate to waste the opportunity. I don’t like to ask you to tie up your evenings, but perhaps if you could see to her booth every other night? I will pay you, naturally. ”
He looked so hopeful, I agreed, but declined the offer of payment.
“She would want her booth open. ” My throat closed for a moment on a painful lump. “I just need to know Mom’s okay. If Loki hurt her—”
Peter patted my arm when I couldn’t finish the sentence. “She is strong. ”
“I know, but she can still be hurt. ”
“Not easily. ” He looked thoughtfully at me for a moment before adding slowly, “I would not suggest this in normal circumstances, because Absinthe does not like it to be known, but she might be able to help you. ”
“Absinthe?” I swallowed the painful lump of tears in my throat and tried to figure out how a mind reader could help me. “You mean like find out who’s taken Mom?”
“No. She would need a subject for that. She has lately started studying with a diviner. ”
“A who now?”
“Diviner. They see things, you know? Tiny things, little bits of a bigger picture, Absinthe says. I don’t really understand it too well, but she has learned much in the last three years. ”
“And she could tell me where Mom is!” I said, hope filling me. “I could kiss you, Peter! What a brilliant idea!”
“No, no, do not kiss me yet. I am not that brilliant. Absinthe is not learned enough to locate your mother, but she might be able to see if she has been . . . ” His voice trailed off.
“Harmed,” I said, filling in the word he clearly didn’t want to say.
He nodded.
“I’ll take it. ”
“It isn’t much, and I can’t guarantee that Absinthe will be able to tell you anything—”
“I’ll take it,” I repeated. “Is she here now?”
“Yes. I believe I saw Kurt about this morning. ”
I hesitated for a few seconds. Part of me wanted to run to Absinthe and beg her to tell me how my mother was. But even as that thought ran through my brain, the word “beg” reverberated with ominous portent. Absinthe was someone who viewed every interaction on a credit and debit scale. Asking her to divine my mother’s state of health, and possibly location, would mean I placed myself in debt to her. And Absinthe had very inventive ways of making people pay their debts.
“Would you like me to ask Absinthe for you?” Peter asked, knowing his sister well enough to see my dilemma.
“No. ” I straightened my shoulders. “I appreciate the offer, though. I’ll just go see if she’s awake. ”
She was. She was also in a pretty foul mood, sitting in a garish orange and green chair in a pink track suit that matched her hair, sipping a latte and glaring at me with red-rimmed eyes. Kurt puttered in the background, which left me wondering if Absinthe had settled down to just one of the brothers.
“So you want me to divine for you, eh?” Her eyes narrowed as she raked me over with a look that snapped with irritation. “The so-sensitive Fran needs my help, does she?”
I held on to my temper, keeping a firm smile on my lips. “Yes, I do. I would be very grateful for it, as a matter of fact. I’m worried about my mother. ”
She made a tsk sound, sliding Kurt a glance from the corner of her eyes before leaning forward, both hands on the table that sat between us. “And what payment do you have to offer?”
“Well, I have a little set aside for emergencies,” I said slowly, wondering what was the going rate for an apprentice diviner’s services.
“It is not money I wish,” she said, waving her hand. I was surprised to see that her nails were bitten. In the past, Absinthe had seemed to me to be a very with-it woman, almost scary in the control she exercised on others. But control freaks did not bite their nails, and the proof that she was, after all, human helped me to relax. “What I want is you. ”
“I beg your pardon!”
“Not sexually,” she said, her lip curling in disgust. “Why would I want you when I have Kurt and Karl? No, it is your services I desire. ”
I had a feeling my touchy-feely abilities were going to enter into the negotiations. “When and where and for how long?” I asked, settling back to haggle over the details.
“I do not know. But it will be a debt of honor, you understand? I will do this thing for you now, and you will owe me. ”
I was vaguely uncomfortable at the idea of such a debt hanging over my head, but the thought of my mother in pain made that concern pale. “Deal. Can you tell me where she is?”
She shrugged, and rose to dig around in a drawer under the couch. “I do not know until I try. Kurt, the incense. No, not that one, the clarity incense. ”
I watched with interest as Absinthe and Kurt set up the round table for divination purposes. Absinthe laid a scarlet red and gold cloth on the table, smoothing it out before placing on it a long incense holder shaped like a dragon. My nose wrinkled at the sharp acidic tang of the incense—a blend that had a lot of rosemary in it—but to my surprise she didn’t bring out a crystal ball or even a scrying bowl. She just sat at the table, her fingers tracing the gold embroidered design on the cloth, her eyes unfocused.
“What is it you seek to know?” she asked after a few minutes.
“How my mother is. If she’s hurt or scared or . . . worse. ”
“She is happy. ”
I felt my jaw sag at that. “Happy?”
“She is wrapped in love. She is happy where she is at. ”
Dear goddess, had Loki done something bizarre to my mother, like make her fall in love with him? “Where is she? Is she near here?”
Absinthe studied the cloth for the count of five before shaking her head. “I cannot see that. I sense only that she is happy where she is. ”
“Is she with a man? Does he have red hair? Is he a Norse god?”
“I cannot see who else is with her, although I sense the presence of another person. Only faint glimpses are available to me . . . No, I see a shadow of someone. The person hands Miranda a glass of wine. She blows a kiss in return. ”
“Holy hobgoblins. ” Peter was right! She had run off with a man! My mother!
I blinked wildly at the thought as I tried to wrap my brain around it.
Absinthe looked up from the table as she sank back into the chair. “I cannot hold the connection anymore. It is gone. ”
“I see. Well . . . thank you,” I said, getting to my feet.
Her pencil-thin eyebrows rose. “You do not
look pleased to know your mother is well and happy. ”
“I am pleased. Relieved, too, since I had imagined the worst. But this is just so . . . unexpected. It’s not like her to take off without telling anyone. ”
She shrugged. “She is getting old. She sees a man and he wants her, and she knows she cannot play coy. So she runs away with him. There is nothing unexpected in that at all. ”
I bit my tongue in order to refrain from telling her that my mother simply did not act that way. It was obvious that she did. But it still went against her personality.
Inner Fran pointed out that the same thing could be said about her hiding the existence of my half sister.
I thanked Absinthe again, nodding when she reminded me that I was in her debt, and quickly escaped from the overpowering rosemary-scented trailer. Although the burden of rescuing my mother from a dangerous situation had been lifted, curiosity wasn’t going to let me leave things alone. I was going to have to find her, if for no other reason than to see who it was who would tear her away from her beloved GothFaire.
It took me a while to walk into town, long enough that I mulled over the strange fact that there were facets to my mother I’d never known existed. By the time I worked through that and set it aside to be worried over later, made a mental note to take down the number of the local cab company, considered—and ultimately rejected—the idea of setting the police on Mom’s trail, I was hot, melancholy, and possessed of no fewer than seven flyers directing me to various events that were intended to show the competition judges that Brustwarze was the best candidate.
“Thank you. I already have a bunch of flyers,” I told the man in a long white robe and knee-length white beard who tried to press yet another flyer on me. I waved my handful at him.
“Mine is better,” he said, taking my handful and tossing them into the trash before shoving his piece of glossy paper into my hands. “You take. Party tonight. Will be fun. ”
I was about to tell him I would be busy looking for my mother, but before I could do so, he stepped out into the street, right in front of three women on bikes who had on long streaming green wigs and grayish brown gowns with sleeves that would have touched the ground had they not been knotted up. One of the women yelled at the man and made a rude gesture. I grabbed him and pulled him back onto the sidewalk as he shook his fist at them.
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