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afraid, but I know enough to realize how important an online presence can be. I could really use your help in setting up a website, maybe even a blog, and getting the word out with some advertising.”
    â€œAbsolutely,” I said, my excitement notching up another level. “Oh, and Facebook. I’ll set up a page on there, which will help in getting the word out.” I took a sip of coffee as another thought occurred to me. “How about if you also include a Blue Moon ceremony on the final evening? You know, like Dora and Sybile started years ago.”
    My aunt nodded. “I remember Sydney and Monica telling me all about that during one of my visits here. They had the final one just before Sybile passed away, and from what they said, it certainly was a means to bring Sydney closer to her mother and daughter.”
    â€œRight. We could get all the details from Dora. But I’m sure women would love that. An actual ceremony to validate being a woman and the relationships that we share.”
    â€œI think that ceremony would be a wonderful addition to the knitting retreat weekend. So can I count on your help with that as well?”
    â€œDefinitely. I’m sure Monica will give me any information I need, but with her being pregnant she’s pretty busy getting ready for her new arrival in March. When Suellen gets here, she can help. She’ll enjoy being involved in something like this.”
    â€œOkay, then it’s settled. You and I are going to begin a knitting retreat weekend on Cedar Key. But—and I don’t want any arguing from you—if you’d like to do this with me, and God knows I could really use your help in a million different ways, I want to make you a partner in this. An official partner.”
    I had an idea where my aunt was heading. “I’d love to do this with you, but I’m doing it because of exactly that. Because I want to.”
    â€œAnd you’re going to be on a payroll. We’re going to see an attorney and an accountant, because I want to set this up as a small business and have it as a limited liability corporation. This way if, God forbid, somebody wanted to sue us for injuries on the premises or anything like that, our primary assets would be safe.”
    I shook my head and smiled. “Leave it to you. Sounds like you’ve got all the bases covered.”
    â€œNot quite. We have to come up with a name for the retreats and business, so you can be thinking about that.”
    That old saying popped into my head, “When one door closes, another one opens,” and although my heart still ached with my recent loss, hearing Aunt Maude’s exciting new plans for both of us lifted my spirits.
    Little did I know then that my aunt’s relocation would also produce a fly in the ointment—in the form of my sister, Chloe.

4
    W hen I left my aunt’s apartment following breakfast I noticed her tarot cards sitting in a stack on the kitchen counter, which made me realize I’d neglected to read my own cards for the past three days. Almost all of our French ancestors had been brought up reading the cards, and by the time I was ten years old, I was following generations of LaVassier women.
    Reaching inside my bureau drawer I removed the black velvet pouch that held my cards and brought them to the kitchen. Pulling up a stool, I let out a deep sigh. Just holding the cards transferred a sense of positive energy for me. Normally I also lit some incense and had my crystals nearby, but since I hadn’t completed unpacking yet, I’d have to make do.
    While I was at my aunt’s house the previous week I was more than a little surprised to see the Rebel card appear each morning in my spread—a card that had not shown up for ten years, a card that had always represented Beau.
    I shuffled three times and let my mind wander before reaching for the top card. Damn. There it was again, and despite the passage of time, the