Sit for a Spell (The Kitchen Witch, Book 3): (Witch Cozy Mystery series) (14 page)
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Authors: Morgana Best
We were all sitting around the table in my back yard, shaded by a large blue umbrella slotted into the table. Other than myself, there were four people: Ruprecht, Camino, Thyme, and Mint. We were sitting in the cool of the afternoon, enjoying the breeze. Nobody had spoken for a long time, but it wasn’t awkward—simply peaceful.
I had received a text from Alder, which simply stated:
Dinner Friday? No phones, no mysteries
. I smiled again when I thought of it.
We’d had a stressful few weeks, and I think everybody was happy to take a moment just to sit back and relax. Birds were singing happily, and crickets chirped as the wind rustled through the leaves, creating a calm, pleasant atmosphere.
I took a long, slow sip of my coffee and set it gently on the table.
This is what it’s all about
, I thought.
Delicious coffee. Oh, and being with my friends.
I looked at everyone and smiled. I’d come a long way from when I’d been evicted from my tiny apartment, and while I still wasn’t sure I could handle the cake store, I knew that I’d have the right people supporting me.
“A superior man is modest in his speech, but superior in his actions.” Ruprecht broke the silence with another one of his proverbs.
I corrected him. “A superior
person
.”
“Quite so,” he laughed, “but it still stands true.”
I took the bait. “What does it mean, Ruprecht?” I feigned interest, though I honestly enjoyed his philosophical tirades. Sometimes. A little bit. Maybe.
I soon regretted my question.
“Well, it’s fairly straightforward.” He put his coffee down, straightened his back, and cleared his throat. I sighed softly and prepared myself for the incoming monologue. “The superior man—excuse me, person—is the one who can prove themselves through actions without relying on words. This isn’t to say that words can’t be used to great effect, or necessarily that actions speak louder than words, but that the superior person can prove themselves through their actions
rather
than just their words. Now, there’s a slightly more complicated deeper meaning here...”
He continued for what felt like hours, but was probably only about ten minutes. I occasionally caught myself letting my mind wander and would try to refocus, but everything he was saying had become a kind of mush of uninteresting philosophical musings. At one point, I even considered asking for Thyme’s advice on baking just to change the subject, but I realized that would probably excite her to the same level as Ruprecht, and nothing would change, except perhaps my property value after I tried to bake again.
“And how does that relate to our situation?” Camino asked earnestly. I think she’d been listening the entire time, but it was possible that she had mastered the art of pretending. Maybe her hearing was starting to go, which I now realized could sometimes be a blessing.
“Oh, well to be honest, I thought that would be fairly obvious, but I’m glad you asked.” Ruprecht took another sip of coffee before he continued. “I was thinking about Victor.”
“You think Victor is a superior man?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
“Oh, no, quite the opposite. I was thinking about not only Victor, but also about you, Amelia. Victor was less than a nice person, to put it lightly, as I’m sure we all agree. However, I’m also sure we’d all agree that you’re a wonderful person.”
I shifted uncomfortably. I was never very good at taking compliments.
“You’re obviously two very different people,” he continued. “But this quote, which is from Confucius, believe it or not,”—
I can believe it
, I thought—“pertains to our situation. Victor is a coward, and attempted to do something incomprehensibly horrible both to you and your property.”
“And to my cats,” I interjected.
“Of course, and to your cats. Luckily, or rather, by some other force, he was thwarted. That makes the third criminal you’ve helped to apprehend, and yet I never hear you brag about it.” Ruprecht smiled at me proudly.
“Well, I didn’t realize I was allowed to brag. Now that I know, I’ll make a point of doing so,” I joked. It meant a lot to hear Ruprecht praise me, even if he was doing it in his own roundabout way. “Now, would anybody like another coffee? There’s plenty left in the kitchen, which is right next to the room in which I apprehended a criminal mastermind.”
Everybody laughed. “I wouldn’t call him a mastermind,” Thyme said, still laughing. “His evil master plan was thwarted by a house and two cats.”
“No, not just the cats and the house. Also Jamie Oliver,” I added.
As much as we were making light of the situation, it was a little unsettling that there had been so much violence in the short amount of time since I’d moved here. If this kept up, I’m wasn’t I’d want to stay, though I would probably make a better detective than a baker—not sure which made more money, but I know which I’d rather do, and it’s the one with fewer people dying.
“What’s bothering you, Amelia?” Mint asked kindly.
“It’s just all of this crime lately. Since I’ve moved here, we’ve had more murders than most people experience in their lifetime. Tell me this isn’t normal for this town.”
“No, it isn’t,” she replied. “It’s been very troubled here lately, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Certainly not in your own house!” She smiled as she said it, and she was right. Nobody had any reason to hurt me, but even if someone tried, I was safe in my house. More than that, though, I always had my friends beside me.
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#1 Best-selling Cozy Mystery author, Morgana Best, lives in a small, historic, former gold mining town in the middle of nowhere in Australia. She is owned by one highly demanding, rescued cat who is half Chinchilla, and two less demanding dogs, a chocolate Labrador and a rescued Dingo, as well as two rescued Dorper sheep, the ram, Herbert, and his wether friend, Bertie.
Morgana is a former college professor who now writes full time.
In her spare time, Morgana loves to read cozy mysteries, repurpose furniture, and renovate her old house.
