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"Rebecca made ink from it When she used that ink to copy out a charm, the force of it could suck the power out of half the town There were lots of blackouts in Madison during your mother’s teen years" Sarah chuckled "Her spell book should be here soone That will tell youwith the Bishop griics keep their own gri around in the cupboard "Nope It doesn’t see of disappointment that accompanied Sarah’s announcement, I was relieved I already had one mysterious book in ht shed light on why E to summon my mother’s spirit at Sept-Tours
"Oh, no" Sarah backed away from the cupboard, a look of horror on her face
"Is there a rat?" My experiences in London had conditioned me to believe that they lurked in every dusty corner I peered into the cupboard’s depths but saw only a collection of gri herbs and roots and an ancient clock radio Its brown cord hung down froently in the breeze I sneezed
As if on cue, a strangestarted in the walls, like coins being fed into a jukebox Thethat followed, reminiscent of an old record player set to 33 rp
I cocked my head "Is thatFleetwood Mac?"
"No Not again!" Sarah looked as if she’d seen a ghost I glanced around, but the only invisible presence in the room was Stevie Nicks and a Welsh witch na-out antheuess the house is waking up" Maybe that as upsetting Sarah
Sarah darted to the door and lifted the latch, but it wouldn’t budge She banged on the wooden panels The ot louder
"This isn’tto calm her, "but it won’t last forever Maybe you’ll like the next song better"
"The next song is ‘Over My Head’ I know the whole dah her pregnancy It went on for et over her obsession, Fleetwood Mac’s next album came out It was hell" Sarah tore at her hair
"Really?" I was always hungry for details about my parents "Fleetwood Mac seems more like Dad’s kind of band"
"We have to stop the music" Sarah went to the , but the sash wouldn’t move She thumped on the frame in frustration
"Let ot There was aabout Rhiannon A few seconds later, Christine McVie informed us how nice it was to be in over your head Therehtmare!" Sarah exploded She jammed her hands over her ears to block the sound, then raced to the gri-bite cure Patience Severance’ssour milk" She flipped so up a drafty chiht work"
"But it’sover Sarah’s shoulder at the lines of text
"Both are carried on the air" Sarah rolled up her sleeves "If it doesn’t do the trick, we’ll try soht interrupt the energy and drive the sound away"
I started to hu It was catchy, in a 1970s kind of way
"Don’t you start" Sarah’s eyes ild She turned back to the gri in the coffeemaker"
I dutifully went to the ancient outlet strip and shoved the coffeemaker’s cord into it Electricity leaped froe and blue arcs I juht in the last decade--or you’re going to burn the whole house down," I told Sarah
She kept -out basket in the coffeemaker, followed by an extensive selection of herbs
Since ere trapped inside the stillrooht as ork on the words to accohtmare spell for the children I went to my mother’s cabinet and found some black ink, a quill pen, and a slip of paper
Matthew knocked on the pane "Are you two all right? I s"
"Amy quill pen in the air Then I remembered that Mattheas a vah stone, brick, wood, and yes, single panes of glass I loweredto worry about"
"Over My Head" screeched to a halt, and "You Make Loving Fun" began Nice choice, I thought, sical radio?
"Oh, God The house has roaned "I hate Ru from?" Matthened
"Mom’s old clock radio" I pointed with the feather "She liked Fleetwood Mac" I glanced atthe words to Clara Bishop’s spell with her hands clapped over her ears "Sarah doesn’t"
"Ah" Matthew’s brow cleared "I’ll leave you to it, then" He pressed his hand against the glass in a silent gesture of farewell
My heart filled Loving Mattheasn’t all I wanted to do, but he was definitely the only one for lass between us so I that could tell him so
Glass is only sand and fire One puff of smoke later, a pile of sand lay on the sill I reached through the empty square in thefra on us It’s been an interesting afternoon I have a lot to tell you"
Matthew blinked at our twined hands
"You rin