From STIRRING THE PLOT, the 3rd in the national bestselling COOKBOOK NOOK Mysteries
I'm so excited. This year, during the week when the Winsome Witches throw their annual luncheon—they're not really witches, but we all wear our festive hats—we've got lots of fun planned for the town: a haunted tour of the cemetery, a visit to the original garden shop, the lighthouse, and the very first pub established back in the 1800s. So many will be coming to town to participate and give, give, give to a worthy cause—literacy.
In addition, as always in Crystal Cove, there will be a pumpkin carving contest and a best decorated sales window. Everyone gets into the spirit.
The WWs, as we call ourselves, are a bunch of my best friends. We see each other throughout the year to plan the event. People come from all over the west coast to get in on the fun.
Jenna, my sweet niece, has offered to have a Halloween party. Poor dear, she isn't quite a cook, but her heart is in it, and I'm sure she'll pull something together, even if we all have to chip in with the food at the last minute. I've noticed she's been purchasing all sorts of Halloween cookbooks. I can't imagine she'll serve wart tarts or the vampire fingers, but one never knows.
We've already held the craft faire, which kicked off the week of events. I have to admit a few things happened there that threw me for a loop. Silly things, like the breaking of a mirror and the skittish black cat that leaped out of nowhere. It didn't help that my good friend, Pearl Thornton, a brilliant therapist who happens to be the High Priestess of the WWs, was acting strangely. She needs to keep her head about her shoulders at all times. I'll have to have a word with her about that.
But, too-ra-loo. Whenever necessary, I do my best to brush aside ill feelings and look at life with fresh eyes. At least, I've still got my ability to see the future...well, perhaps not the entire future—Jenna and her father tease me mercilessly about that—but I do get glimpses, enough to know that all is right with the world. Honestly, I can't imagine what I'd do if I ever lost my power.
Are you superstitious? What superstitions make you run for cover?
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