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” Where were you on the last Black Moon ? ” I asked my Grandmother as she stood at her kitchen counter carving the first of the many Halloween Pumpkins that would line our walkways and decorate the stairs that led to our front door.
She looked up and shrugged. ” Oh. Here and there. ”
She sounded vague.
I was worried.
I watched her place the tip of the carving knife against the pumpkin’s dark orange flesh. ” Oh wait, ” her shoulder dropped just a little, there was a smooth quick flick of her wrist and the smell pumpkin innards wafted up into the air. ” I remember where I was. Silly me. ”
She turned around with the knife in her hand. ” You must think I’m getting soft Valentina, I do remember where I was at.”
” I thought you might. ” I said firmly, trying to mask the sound of relief that was in my voice.
She tapped the business end of the knife against the side of her head. ” But I’m not getting soft Valentina, Not even a little bit.”
I nodded. ” So if you remember where you were- ” I began
” Yes, yes Valentina. Not to worry. I remember where I was and what I was doing. ”
Grandmother reached down into the cupboard near her knees and popped it open.
Inside was her elegant black dress, her veil and her shoes. ” And when it’s time to send you back we won’t have any problems. Now run along dear and …” she reached down and then stood up.
She handed me her knife and her veil.
” Go and raise a little Hell. ”