Chapter 14

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December first, Hazel had everyone over to the farmhouse for a celebration dinner. We looked like the living dead seated around the table, but at least we was the satisfied dead.

Talk drifted to the special orders we’d all got, most of them doable but some so out there you had to wonder if our customers really came from another planet.

“She wanted a flavor tray of every edible spice from all over the globe,” Jimmy and his mother told us. “I said I’d have to charge thousands of dollars to make her one. She said when I had a firm figure to call her, and she gave me her credit card number. Turns out, she’s Madam Celestine, Seer to the Stars.”

Even I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I foresee…” Jax let the sentence hang as he put his beat-up hand to his forehead. “That she will never get her estimate before the holidays.”