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Bran and stood by the passenger door of Gwen’s car. “I’ve been having some creepy dreams for weeks, and I’d like you to help me figure them out.”
    “About what?” Ivy asked around a huge yawn.
    “Running through a cemetery. I’m with someone, but I can’t see their face. It’s night and I’m afraid, and there’s an overwhelming sense of urgency to the dream...” I shuddered. God I hated cemeteries.
    “You can’t interpret the basics on your own, cousin?” Bran asked as he hit the button on the garage door opener. He was smiling when he said that, but anyone would have felt the condescension that was coming off of him in waves. “I could interpret dreams by the time I was ten.” He slid into his practical sedan and started the engine. I had to resist the urge to flip him the bird.
    As Ivy climbed in the back seat, Gwen smiled reassuringly at me over the hood of her car. “Of course, honey. We can do that right after dinner tonight.”
    “Thanks,” I said. I chose to ignore Bran and his typical superior attitude. No way was I going to tell Bran about my seeing him getting married. Good grief, he’d be even more impossible to live with.
    If such a thing were even possible.
     
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    I helped Ivy with the inventory and we accomplished quite a bit. Aunt Gwen stayed closed in her office with catalogues, getting ready to order items for the fall season and the holidays. Whenever Ivy and I had a moment alone, I tried to get more information about Duncan Quinn and why Aunt Gwen seemed to be unhappy about him and me meeting each other. Ivy didn’t have much to say on the topic and the shop was busy that morning.
    In between my other tasks, I people watched, which in a metaphysical store was a pretty entertaining past time. I felt a little out of my depth in the shop, and I referred the customers to Ivy for any questions. In most stores, employees couldn’t wear a black t-shirt that proclaimed ‘Come to the Dark Side. We have cookies!’ along with a red and black lace choker, long red plaid shorts and heavy black boots. But at Enchantments, it worked.
    I did learn by listening and watching Ivy’s adept handling of the clientele. By paying attention to the customers and their purchases, I learned that black tourmaline was the stone of choice for protection, while rose quartz was preferred for romance. As I counted out the little mini spell candles, I noted the framed list of each color’s magickal uses that was alongside the display. Well that was interesting. I had always loved candles, but my mother had forbidden them in the house. When I finished counting them all, I discreetly took out my cell phone, and snapped a picture of what the colors were each used for.
    “Excuse me, darlin’, can you help me?” said a southern voice behind me.
    I tucked my phone in my back pocket, mildly embarrassed to have been caught taking a picture of the chart. I turned to discover a pretty, curvy woman with long dark hair, who was covered in the most amazing tattoos. Down both arms, across the back of her hands, and over her upper chest, they went in a stunning mishmash of colors and patterns. I said to her, “I’m new here, but I’ll try.”
    “You Autumn? Gwen’s niece that moved here from out east?” She inquired.
    “Yes—” I began.
    “Hey, I’m Marie.” She took a deep breath and proceeded to tell me that she was opening up a tattoo shop right across the street.
    I had to grin. Marie talked even faster than I did. Ivy practically materialized at my elbow, clearly she and Marie knew each other well, and the two of them began an animated discussion on the new shop. After swapping stacks of business cards, apparently they were going to cross promote, Marie inquired about Hoodoo herbs. She handed Ivy a list, and curious, I followed along to see what sort of herbs qualified as Hoodoo.
    “High John root, vandal root, black snake root... yeah we have all of these.” Ivy read the list off and went