Chapter 125: Séance

I don't know what I was expecting. Hoodoo and a show, for sure, a bit of over-the-topness and a whole lot of you can't be serious. But I simply wasn't prepared for the level of commitment this woman went to in order to sell her shtick.

From the moment we set foot on her narrow cobbled walkway, the bushes looming toward us, untrimmed and spooky, I confirmed in my own mind I'd made a terrible choice coming here, Daisy downer or not. I mean, come on. How did Olivia let this crazy lady get away with such unkempt shrubbery when she called me out for an errant twig at every opportunity? I'd had to pull out the big arborist guns from the next town over when one of my maples leaned too far out over the street. Because tourists were all anti-twig, I guess. Pfft.