“For you, you could write what you need and put it on your board. That’s where you set your intentions, right?”
Soraya looked conflicted. “Yes.”
“It comes from you. Whether you see it as a goal or magic or manifestation. It all comes from you.”
Soraya cleared her throat. “Okay. I’ll take a leaf.”
Aggie smiled and handed one to Soraya, who wrote on it quickly and then put the leaf into her purse.
Nora would have rolled her eyes at Soraya, except now she didn’t feel like she was as different from Soraya as she’d always thought.
They were all products of their upbringing. Nora didn’t trust easily. Soraya trusted people in certain positions of authority. It was a learned behavior. And right in that moment, Nora could see how they were both just reactions. She wasn’t better than Soraya because she was a skeptic. She was a skeptic because of the shape of her life.
Everything had worked for Soraya. Up until now. Why wouldn’t she put faith in an institution that had always been there for her?
It was only now that Soraya was getting a taste of what Nora had always known.
Aggie showed them how to close down the shop. Cleaning up any dishes that had been used, refilling all the bins of dried tea. Aggie lit a bundle of sage and cleared the room of negative energy before turning the lights off and ushering them outside.
“It was a good first day.” Aggie smiled at all of them. “Your help is exactly what I needed.”
“I think it’s what we needed,” Daisy said.
“We need each other. That’s the most beautiful thing about life. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” With a wave of her hand, Aggie turned and left them all standing there.
Nora stared after her. “She’s a funny woman.”
“Well, she’s a witch,” Soraya said. Daisy and Nora looked at Soraya. “I mean that in a nonderogatory way.”
“Doyou?” Nora asked.
“I’m trying to.” Soraya let out a long breath. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything. And I feel overwhelmed by that. Sorry. I don’t know who I can trust. I don’t know what to believe in half the time. I’m just trying.”
“We’re all trying together.” Daisy sighed. “I have rehearsal tomorrow night, and then Jonathan is going to take the kids. I hate being alone in the house.”
“Let’s have dinner,” Nora said. “After your rehearsal.”
“It’ll be kind of late.”
Soraya shrugged. “That’s fine.”
Daisy looked relieved by the offer. “Thank you.”
“What time is the rehearsal over?” Nora asked. “I can bring something by your place.”
“We’ll probably get out around seven thirty.”
“Sounds great.”
It actually did. There was a kind of magic about the fact that anything could sound great right now. Nora had hoped to hear from Ben, but she didn’t.
But before she fell asleep, she had texts from Sam and the Discarded Wives Club. Even in the middle of all this darkness, there was some light.
Chapter Seven
Daisy
When you ask, the universe provides.
