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to, remember?”
    “I did?”
    “I know, I know, I don’t
identify who sells what, but that’s the kind of thing she does. She
makes potions for atmospheric effects with a lot of herbs to
create the right vibes for healing and stuff. I don’t know if
you used it because you had several potions from different witches.”
    Even without a more obvious
hint, I was
almost certain which spell had been Sarah's. I also had an inkling
of how and why Sarah might have chosen to visit me. “Have you
seen her—I mean—“
    Mat answered before I could
explain.
“It’s been, oh, a couple of weeks at least. She comes in
about once a month to collect her profits and ask if I need more
inventory.”
    “I meant--” I gulped and
started again. “I’ve got some bad news.” Haltingly, I shared my
encounter with Sarah's ghost.
    Mat stared at me, her mouth
working.
“Oh. My. But...Well.”
    “I must still have one of
her
spells.”
    Mat frowned. “You probably
do. But if she came to you because you have some of her spells, why
didn’t she appear in front of me?”
    “Maybe you were in bed
where
normal people belong at ten at night?”
    She shook her head.
“Lately, I’ve
been out past ten a lot.” She blushed. With her milk-white
complexion there was no hiding it either. “Oh my gosh, can you
imagine how embarrassing it would be if Jim dropped me off and she
appeared?” Her eyes bulged, and the becoming flush deepened to
a crimson of worry.
    “Maybe the concrete around
here
interferes with her ghost abilities. It tends to block me from Mother
Earth to some degree.”
    Mat nodded, but then shook
her head.
“My magic works fine.” She chewed on her lipstick. “She
might still show up here. Wouldn't that be interesting?” She
obviously couldn't decide whether seeing the ghost was more important
than the consequences if she did.
    “You might want to try to
avoid
her until we figure out what is going on. In the meantime, can I buy
one of her spells? I want one that is definitely hers.”
    “Hmm. Let me see what I
have
left. I keep records of what everyone buys also. If she is
attracted to something you still have, I can tell you which spell it
is.” Mat moved to her desk.
    Sorting the records on her
computer
only took her a few seconds. “Oh darn. I only have one of hers
left. I'll have to charge a premium since it can't be made again.”
She cross-checked her shelves and quickly located a coarse pottery
jar. Her thumb rubbed along the edge as though soaking up the vibes.
    “You might not want to sell
it to
the general public until we determine whether or not Sarah plans to
follow her spells around and make appearances.”
    Mat tilted her head.
“You’re
right. That might make it even more valuable.”
    That hadn’t been what I was
getting at. “Mat--”
    “Let’s check which spells I
sold you.” With great care, she set the jar on the computer
table. Her fingers danced over the keyboard again. “You bought
two of hers. Serenity—it’s a gorgeous blue smoke that
sets a soothing mood spell, and one other that does essentially the
same thing in a green jar labeled, 'Forest.'”
    It wasn't hard to remember
which spells
I had employed during the party because the special effects had saved
the life of my client and quite possibly my own skin. “I must
still have Forest.”
    Mat touched the jar. “So I
can
keep this? I'll sell it to you if you need it.”
    I smiled, completely
understanding. The
spell was valuable and likely to grow more potent over time.
Depending on the witch and how each spell was ultimately used, in the
hands of the right witch, the remaining spell held a lot of
potential.
    “I'm certain I still have
the
forest one. If I can't find it, I'll let you know.” I hated to
think what Mat would charge me. We were friends, so she would be
reasonable, but that in itself was a charge—on our friendship.
    Mat grinned happily and
followed me to
the front where we exchanged hugs. She stood in the doorway