More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.
This is the morning after last week’s snippet. Jacob stopped to tell Cara he was going into town and asked if she needed anything.
She stood up when the toaster popped and carefully transferred the bagel to a plate. “How long will it take to announce the date and time of the viewing? I want her friends to be able to come and pay their respects – God, I hate that line.” She shook her head as she spread the cream cheese. “I don’t want people to think I’m rushing things, because I’m not. I just… I just don’t know.”
There was an edge to her voice and she took a deep breath to steady her shaking hands.
“If I stop and talk to him [funeral director] first and spread the word at a couple other stops, the entire town will know before I get home.”
Cara bit back a giggle. “I was right. News does travel fast in this town.”
Jacob nodded. “If I were a gambling man, I’d be betting that everyone in town already knows you’re here. And I know they’re all curious to meet you.”
“Curious to meet me? I didn’t know anyone knew I existed.”
“People have long memories here,” he told her. “Just about everyone your mother’s age and older is sure to remember at least something about what happened.”
“What did happen?” Cara asked. “I don’t remember much and my mother never talked about it, except to tell me that my grandmother was crazy and it was better that we were away from her.”
When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.
But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand