The Good Witch's Garden Page #3

It's quite something.

The town turns 200 years old, right?

I guess.

Maybe we should divide

the work down the middle.

You could do the first 100

years and I could do the last.

Deal? Sure.

Did you read the chapter on the Civil War?

Maybe that's the major

event we can write about.

Uh, I forgot to feed my fish.

Whoa.

Hi.

Hey.

- Oh, lot of homework?

- Tons.

Our teacher assigned us with partners,

and I got stuck with Jess.

Hmm. Not much help?

No, she works for, like, 5 minutes and then

she runs away and leaves

me with everything.

Well, it's too bad she had to

leave 'cause she's going to miss

having that homemade chili

that Cassie made for you.

Brandon.

Brandon! I can hear

the bass in the kitchen.

Thanks. You didn't have to turn it

off, you just had to turn it down.

No big deal.

Your buddy Tim called.

Whatever.

I got some new friends now.

Oh, you do?

Who?

Does it matter?

Well, yeah. I'm your dad, so

I like to know these things.

Why?

Well, because.

I mean, you don't want to talk

to me about your new friends?

Am I under surveillance or something?

Come on.

Brandon's got a new group of friends.

So I asked him about it.

Is that out of line?

Teenager hate the third degree.

Does he clam up with you?

No, but I don't ask questions.

- What do you do?

- Just listen.

What time is it?

Oh, George, I got to go!

Don't you like Cassie's cooking?

I'm eating out tonight with Cassie.

Potions and Libations of Ancient Morocco?

I like to give my guests some variety.

And some tea. Thank you.

Perfection.

Now I must say, Cassie, I'm feeling

very much at home here.

Oh, thank you. Well,

I designed it that way.

You're well-traveled, like me.

I can see that reflected in the decor.

You're drawn to the exotic,

the adventurous,

the unusual.

Uh, my proudest possession.

A portrait of the Grey Lady,

Elizabeth Merriwick, the

original owner of Grey House.

Long ago, she married a naval officer...

And they spent two

passionate months together.

Until he was called to duty.

Never to return.

Elizabeth kept a candle

in the window for 28 years,

until one night, the candle went out

and they found Elizabeth dead,

of a broken heart.

Uh, you took the words

right out of my mouth.

Cassie?

- Hey, sweetheart.

- The... the door was open.

- Am I early?

- No, no. You're just right. Fine.

- Okay.

- Um, sorry. This is, uh...

Nick. Nick Chasen.

Uh, Jake Russell.

Jake is our Chief of Police.

Ah. Hail to the Chief.

And, uh, Nick was just

telling me about the Grey Lady.

How could you possibly know

so much about my ancestor?

Because.

I'm a blood descendent of

Captain Charles "Charlie" Hamblin.

So there really was a sea captain

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