Her dad stood when she arrived, greeting her with a hug. Not a warm, hold you tight kind of hug, but the little pat, pat, that is so close to a bro hug you wonder what’s the point. Becca knew a good hug makes all the difference in the land of comfort, but missing out on that all her life, she was glad there were some things she could count on. Her dad and his attitude, or rather, his approach to life, was definitely one of those.

“Becca,” he said, “we were just finishing up here.”

Becca turned and saw Andrew packing his notebook into his messenger bag. He looked up at her and she saw him grab hold of his expression. You have to be strictly professional when you are in the presence of your boss.

“I will see you at the office,” Becca’s dad said to Andrew.

Andrew nodded. “I’ll have everything ready by noon.”

Andrew shot Becca one last glance as he wrapped the strap of his bag over his shoulder. The adrenaline that pushed through her body could not be helped. She hated that she felt that every time she saw him. Every time his eyes met hers.

“I didn’t know you had a meeting,” she said to John. “We could’ve met another day.”“No, no,” he replied. “It’s been too long already.”

It had been nearly a month since they last had breakfast together. John was a creature of habit, something, she thought, he most likely learned while in the military. He liked things the way he liked them and seeing his daughter once a month was one of those things.

“Jenny says you got some instructional will,” John said.

“Yeah,” she said. “Aunt Jo left me her house, but I have to stay there for a month in order for the deed to be signed over to me.”

“Crazy Aunt Jo?”

Becca nodded and ordered a waffle with strawberries from the waitress.

John held his cup out for a refill of coffee. “That’s ridiculous. Why don’t you give me the papers and I’ll find a loophole.”

It was just like her dad. He might not know how to hug properly or bring comfort in a crisis, but he did know how to manipulate the law in his favor.

“It’s okay, dad,” she said. “I don’t mind. It’ll be like a vacation out in the country. Jenny said she’d stay too.”

“Well, when you get sick of it, let me know and I’ll check it out for you.” He added, “Man, that house is probably worth a good couple million now.” He sipped from his cup and she could see his mind turning with possibility. “That could cover your college tuition.”

There it was. Becca had taken some time off of school. She didn’t want to follow in his footsteps and he had been greatly disappointed when she decided becoming a lawyer was not the path she would be traversing. In fact, she had no clue where she was headed and that only caused more tension between the relationship she had with her dad.

She didn’t want to fight so she simply replied, “Yeah.”

As she left the restaurant, she looked down to see the text that had come in.

“Everything okay?” it said.

“Of course,” she replied and watched the three little dots dance across the screen.

“Dinner later?” Andrew typed in.

“I have to leave town,” she pushed back.

“How long will you be gone?”

She both loved and hated the fact that he never questioned what she was doing and why. She wondered if it was because he didn’t worry she would do something stupid or if he just didn’t care.

“A month,” she replied. The bubbles danced and then stopped. Danced and then stopped again. She wondered what he was thinking. Or maybe he was actually putting something into his response for once.

“Oh geez,” appeared as she reached her apartment.

Of course. She always wanted to go deeper, to understand him more, but he never had anything to give. She wasn’t about to pry. She hated girls that got all mushy and needy. So, she left it at that. Unsure how she should approach it but knowing anything she responded with at this point would not be appropriate.

They had only been seeing each other for a short time. And it seemed as if it was hard to find the time for them to actually meet up. Him being a lawyer, he was always busy working on something or meeting with someone. She, with random hours working at the restaurant that were also typically in the evening.

It was only a couple of dates before it had turned to every time they spent any amount of time together, they ended up in bed. It was frustrating, but easy. If only they could find time more than every couple of weeks, maybe they wouldn’t be only focused on that. And if only he didn’t have impeccable abs and arms that could lift her onto counter tops. She was making herself crazy just thinking about it. It had been a couple of weeks and she could use a little fix.

She put her phone down on the table by the door and walked away from it. She made her way to her bedroom and pulled a bag from the closet. Staring at the clothes that drooped off the hangers, she determined that comfortable and easy was what one would wear in the country. On that note, she grabbed a few tees and a couple pair of jeans, but mostly pajamas. She smashed them into the bag but took more care with her work uniforms. Black dress shirts with black slacks and a black tie. Those she kept hung. Then she dialed up her sister.

“I’m going to head over there after my shift,” she said when Jenny answered the phone. “It might be late, so if you want, you can come tomorrow.”

“Sure,” she said. “Bo is being a dick about it all anyway.”

“Oh shit,” Becca said. “You don’t have to come, you know. I can handle it,” she added, shocking even herself with that statement.

“No,” Jenny said, “I’ll be there. I just gotta take care of him first. He needs to not be a dick. It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong.”

“Exactly,” Becca agreed. “We’ll be out in the middle of nowhere. What could you possibly do?”

“I know. I am beginning to think he doesn’t know how to handle life without me.”


Becca was exhausted. It had been a busy day for a Tuesday and she was glad she didn’t have to work again until Friday night. She loved Friday nights. Busy, but great tips.

The sun was just beginning its descent. Summer nights meant sunlight until at least 10 and she loved it. She pulled into the long drive, trees lining each side. The house was one you might see on a southern plantation, which was out of place in the midwest, but still a beauty. The long deck had pillars and hand carved wood railings intermixed with the iron. Becca ran her hands across them as she climbed the steps and remembered her days of swinging on the porch. The porch swing was still there, hanging by thick rope.

She sat on it and pushed back. What were you thinking, Aunt Jo? She looked out across the yard. It was recently mowed and the flowers were all blooming in reds and pinks. She even spotted a few white and yellow.

She heard a meowing and looked to see a puffy white cat in the window. “Cora,” Becca said as if the cat could understand. She stood, found the mailbox and opened it to find another envelope with her name on it.

Dear Becca,

I am so glad you decided to come. We missed you so much. I am sure you are eager to get inside. The instructions are in the box next to the swing.

Much love,

Aunty Jo

Becca walked back to the swing and opened the lid on the chest that sat next to it. Inside were piles of papers. What the hell, Aunt Jo. How am I going to find it? I don’t even know what I’m looking for. But then she noticed the symbols on the top of the papers. She thought she had seen it before.

She went to the car and grabbed the case. Setting it on the swing, she pulled out the small wooden box. There was a symbol. Of course. She began shuffling through the papers until she found the one that matched.

She whispered from the words on the page, box in hand.

There is a love within me, full and strong. I tell you I have worth. My entry comes with a promise of hope and the means to bring it forth.

That doesn’t even really rhyme. But her thought was interrupted as the box in her hand opened. And as if that wasn’t strange enough, the birds all decided to take to the air at the same time, filling her ears with fluttering sounds.


5. the house is entered, the cat is fed, a spell begun


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