Page 73 of When the Snowman Whispered
“We should call her first,” I said.
“Absolutely not. She’s already budding her head into my life and extraordinary ways.”
“You think she made this Remy come alive?”
“I’m sure of it. Especially, if some imaginary wolves led you to me.”
“They were real. I just wasn’t sure if they were wolves.”
“Remy was real too.”
I glared at her. “Do you plan on seeing this Remy again?”
“I feel like you’re not focused on the correct things to be worried about.”
“It’s a fair question, being that we’re dating.”
“We’re dating? I thought I only agreed to going to dinner with you.”
“It’s a date.”
“Daniel, would you please focus on the imaginary snow creatures and my being bat shit crazy first, then we can grow old and build together later. But first, let’s make sure I don’tneed little pink and blue pills.”
“You’ll be fine. You always were a little crazy.”
“I’m tired of people saying that around me.”
“It’s true and half the reason why you’re an artist. You’ve always saw everything differently. Even if you look at that wall of trees you have in the dining room. Each tree breathes and appears to be something more. They’re damn near alive on the canvas. And for some reason, I just want to stand there and study them, ask questions about life and why I’m on this Earth.”
“Wow. That’s a pretty decent compliment to explain why I’m looney.”
“It’s the best I could do without any sleep.” I returned to the counter and checked on our tea.
She kept talking.
She was adamant about burning those mojo bags.
I wasn’t comfortable with the idea. Addie Mae had never given me anything that hurt me. If anything, she always had me healthy and moving in the right direction. Additionally, I figured Faith had a point about her mother trying to work magic to get us back together. It wasn’t a secret that Addie Mae despised Brett.
Most of the town hated him for how he openly disrespected her when they were married.
Even further, I made sure to remain in Faith’s mother’s good graces. I checked on her like she was my own mother and grew to love her just like family. If Addie Mae wanted me here, then I’d stay right there, taking care of her daughter for the rest of the holiday season.
When I’d brewed the tea leaves perfectly, I poured us both a cup, added honey, stirred, and set them down between us.
“Did you hear me?” she asked. “We have to burn them.”
“Please, drink your tea. I’m still not sure your body is okay.”
“I feel fine.” Faith picked up her tea and took a sip. Soothing little lines appeared around her mouth. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Do you like your tea?”
“It’s perfect.”
I winked at her. “Of course.”
“Of course.” She took another sip. “We should burn the bags outside of the house just in case—”
