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    “Who was that?” Grandma Imelda asked from over my shoulder.
    “That was Reagan Baer-Turner. She wants to meet us at the park at nine to give me the award.”
    Grandma Imelda scrunched her face up. “That is weird. Why doesn’t she just bring it here?”
    I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just lucky that the Organization is acknowledging me.”
    Grandma Imelda waved her finger in my direction. “Don’t talk like that. I told you that you would be fantastic with the magic. And now it’s happening.” She wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “We have some pies to bake, so let’s get going.”
    We turned around to head to the kitchen when the door opening caught our attention. I jumped and spun around. I wasn’t quite sure why I was so on edge.
    Mary Jane smiled and waved at us. Grandma Imelda raced toward Mary Jane. They hugged and wiped away the tears. Okay, I was wiping my eyes too after watching them too. After all the time they’d spent together, I knew that they’d been missing each other.
    Finally Mary Jane looked my way. “So what’s on the agenda for today?”
    “First we make pies,” I said with a smile.
    Mary Jane grabbed her apron. “Perfect. Oh, by the way, I spotted our new neighbor Meredith across the street just now and she was taking something out of the back of her shop. It looked suspicious, if you ask me.”
    I quirked an eyebrow. “What were you doing behind her shop?”
    Mary Jane’s face turned red. “I guess I was just looking around.”  
    Apparently she was just as suspicious as Grandma Imelda and me.

Chapter 5
     
    “I think that Meredith woman is up to something.” Grandma Imelda waved her finger.
    She’d barely spoken the words when Meredith waltzed through the door. We all stared in shock. It was as if we’d been caught cheating on our homework. Luckily, we hadn’t said anything that she could have overheard. Well, other than Grandma Imelda. But I really didn’t think she’d heard.
    Meredith stared at us for a second and then asked, “Are you serving lunch yet?”
    After a couple seconds, I finally said, “Yes, please come in.”
    She probably thought we were crazy for the way that we had acted when she’d first walked through the door.
    “Where would you like to sit?” I asked.
    She looked around and pointed toward the booth by the front windows. “Over here is fine.”
    I grabbed a menu and followed her to the table. When I glanced back, Grandma Imelda and Mary Jane were still staring at us. When I approached the table, I felt Meredith’s magic. It raised the hair on the back of my neck. Her energy sent off an unpleasant tingling sensation that I’d never felt before. Now I knew that she was involved in the magic. I would have to find out more.
    I took her order and hurried back to the kitchen to make her sandwich. Of course Mary Jane and Grandma Imelda followed me.
    “What did she say?” Mary Jane asked.
    “She ordered a sandwich,” I said.
    “That’s it?” Mary Jane placed her hands on her hips.
    “And a glass of sweet tea,” I added.
    “We want to know if she mentioned the magic, dear,” Grandma Imelda said.
    I placed cheese on top of the sandwich and then another slice of bread. “No, but I sensed the magic all around her. I figured when she was finished eating I could ask her about it.”
    Grandma Imelda placed a dill pickle spear on the side of the plate as I carried it across the room. We huddled by the service window to spy on Meredith for a second. She was busy looking at her smartphone. She must have felt our stares because she looked up and spotted us. I waved and then headed toward the door.
    “She must think we’re crazy,” I whispered.
    “Or she knows that we’re on to her magic,” Grandma Imelda said.
    I paused at the door. “Do you think she’s trying to hide it?”
    Grandma Imelda shook her head. “I think she’s trying to hide something.”
    I had no idea how I would explain that we had been watching