Page 14 of Good Golly Miss Molly

Sidhe eyes…

“You could see me last night!”

She nods, like this is the most ridiculous observation ever.

“And I could see you!”

She laughs out loud.

“At least I know now why you seemed so uncannily to know exactly where I was, in the pitch dark.”

“Back at you!”

We chuckle over the joint realization.

“So how do we find a magical smith?” I ask.

“She didn’t live there. I have no idea where she came from.”

“There was a jewelry store a little ways down from the shop. But it burned down a while ago. They were supposed to reopen, but I’m not sure they’ve even gotten back in the building after the restoration was done. And that assumes it was even her shop. So do we start calling all the jewelers in the area and ask them if they make charms for magical creatures?”

She chuckles.

“No — but I think I know someone we can talk to.”

6

You Can Do Magic

Molly

Thisisgoingtorequire some subtlety.

“Brighid? Do you happen to know any jewelers?”

It’s Tuesday,, my regular day off. But Brighid’s in the shop, as usual.

“A couple. What are you looking for?”

“Someone who might be able to make something… unique. A Celtic design? Knotwork, maybe?”

If anyone knows someone who fits that description, it’s Brighid. She might well know someone who fits that description who’s also a magic-worker. But I can’t ask her about that.

“My first suggestion would have been Amber. But since the accident at her shop, she hasn’t been back. Her friend Cam told me she was going to reopen, but she’s had a rough time recovering. I can’t even get her to come back to the Circle with the other ladies.”

Brighid hosts a regular gathering of witches, Wiccans, Pagans, Druids and other similar types here at Dream Weaver. I’ve studiously avoided them out of concern that one of her friends might be able to tell what I am. But if Amber is one of the Circle members, she may be exactly who we’re looking for.

“Do you think you could contact her for me and see if she might take a special commission? She may have done a piece for a friend of mine, and I need to see if I can replace it or have it repaired in relatively short order. It got damaged, and it has a lot of sentimental value.”

“Sure. I’ll give her a call. It’ll give me a good excuse to see how she’s doing. She got quite irritated with me fussing over her after it happened. I’ll give her a call right now.”

“Brighidtellsmeyoumay have a piece I made, and that it’s been damaged?”

Amber’s voice comes from my phone — quiet, gravelly, sounding almost rusty from disuse. And terse. We’re bothering her, and she’s not making much effort to hide it.

“If you are who I think you are, you made and fitted a collar with a charm on me about a year ago. The cable broke — melted, it looks like. And circumstances have changed. I may need a replacement. I may need something similar but not exactly the same. And I have a friend who has the same problem.”

“But hisproblemis different… Isn’t it?”

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