The LSP reader group chose Option B: Break in after the librarian leaves
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Tizzy turned her attention back to Ms. Hornfellow. “I guess we’ll see you in the morning.”
The young woman nodded at them and closed her
umbrella so she could climb inside her car. Tizzy waved her off as she pulled onto the
main road.
Sidney leaned close to her. “We’re not really going
to wait until morning, are we?”
“We’ll have to do it your way.” She gave him a stern
look. “We will not break a single splinter of that door getting inside. Do you
understand? It’s a historical building and we’ll treat it with respect.”
“Understood.” He handed her the umbrella and used his super
speed to zip to the back door.
Tizzy heard the crunch of glass. She hung her head
in defeat. “I’m getting too old for this.”
Sidney came back and took the umbrella again. “Not a
single flipping-flarking splinter.”
“I think the glass shards count.” She’d talk to her
sisters about stacking on top of his curse later.
“I’m a handyman. I’ll fix it and the librarian will
never know the window has been replaced.” He led her to the back door he’d left
wide open.
“The rains getting inside on the floors.” She
gestured to his wet boot prints on the hardwood floor.
“I’ll clean that too,” he bit out between clenched
teeth.
She smiled. Always good to get on a vampires nerves.
“By the way, my hip is bothering me. It always acts up in this kind of weather.
Why don’t you bring the table downstairs to me?”
He lifted her into his arms. “Nice try.”
She slapped against his chest as he carried her like
a baby up the stairs to the second floor. “I’m going to put boils on your rear
end!”
He chuckled and set her down gently. “You wouldn’t
do that to Ally.”
“They wouldn’t be on Ally,” she snapped. She’d have
to find a curse she could do on her own. No way would she tell Hope and Grace
she’d been carried like a useless doll.
Straightening her dress, she stomped over to the
table with the markings that matched the drawings inside the journal. One
marking at each corner. They resembled versions of the symbols triqueta, horned
god, triple spiral, and the spiral goddess.
The table itself was nothing extraordinary. Small
and square. Something you might find inside a kitchen in the 1950s. When she’d
been donating some items for the Burberry historical society, she’d briefly
noticed them but hadn’t given them another thought.
“Do you think our culprit put it there or found them
and used them?” Sidney asked.
“I think both are a solid possibility.” She tapped
the table. “If someone copied them, then they could have done a few internet
searches to trace the origin. Or, we could have a room that’s seldom used and
perfect for messing around with otherworldly things.”
“Otherworldly?” he repeated.
“Beyond the cosmos. Beyond time. The space in
between.”
A. Gave
him a history lesson on the cosmos and the markings
B. Told
Sidney they needed to take the table with them to Dara’s
C. Decided
to meditate and ask the cosmos for guidance
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