Tuesday Tales 2024-5-14 Glue

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I filled Brady in on items he hadn’t previously mentioned.

“Oh, yeah.” He thumped his forehead. “I do recall Jack mentioning new restroom fixtures. Sorry about that, Peri. It was in passing, and he was hurt before we finalized all the tasks. The money should be available, though. He stressed that.”

That gave me hope, and I made an appointment with the bank for the following week to make sure. In the meantime, Brady and I collaborated on an outlined plan of action, one I could track on paper. Even though time was short, I began to feel more confident that we could get the public spaces completed before the Pumpkin Fest, when a crowd would descend upon Tea Thyme.

The seventh day, the iconic day of rest, found me going from room to room in the Inn, considering future upgrades and reacquainting myself with the emotions of inhabiting the lovely old building. My memory house was becoming real again. Its haunting signature music took on a stronger beat, pulsing through my veins as if I’d never left. It had been my home as a child, and the gut pull of Tea Thyme had always been strong.

I inspected a figurine of a shepherdess whose fragmented line revealed a breakage had occurred at some point over the years. A spot of glue and care had fixed the little shepherdess right up. Things could be mended. Paths could be retrod. Now more than ever, I had responsibility, not only to my godfather but also to Tea Thyme. A spirit of grace took over. I wanted to do my best for her.

Some of the rooms, particularly those on the first floor, had been refitted and refurnished over the years. The second floor rooms had not changed as much. My current bedroom, which once had been a rental, had been refreshed but in similar fashion to its previous incarnation.

So, a calm week passed, and I was so grateful. Then, on the eighth day, havoc rained down on us all. To my consternation and her horror, Luella was notified by the Sheriff’s station in Blairsville to report there in the afternoon for further questioning. I immediately called Roy.

“I was just getting ready to call and give you a quiet heads up. Rumor is that a witness has come forward,” he told me. “Get her a lawyer, Peri, and do it fast.”

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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Spirited Stories

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