The Good Witch's Garden Page #2

inside as it is on the outside.

Uh, next order of business.

Flowers for the

Bicentennial reviewing stand.

Cicely? I thought mums.

Mums are seasonal.

- And affordable.

- And colorful, too.

True, but since this is

such a special occasion,

I was thinking of something a

little more exotic. Excuse me.

Oh sir, we ask that all

spouses wait outside.

Oh, I'm not married.

Um, sir, the nursery closed at 4 and, um,

you're disrupting a private

meeting of the Garden Club.

If I could just...

- Now, what were we talking about?

- Mums.

Mums the word?

How can we help you?

Uh, this plant seems to

have a rare infestation.

What sort of plant do you have there?

A Croton codiaeum revolution.

It looks like a cross between a

Sorghastrum nutans and a Loropetalum.

Did you cultivate this

yourself, Mister... ?

O'Hanrahan. Um,

I helped. A little.

Don't be modest. I've never

seen anything quite like this.

You must be an extraordinary gardener.

I'm Irish. They don't call it

the Emerald Isle for nothing.

I have never seen anything like this.

Look at the way it curls.

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

by the name of Charles Hamblin?

Yes. I'm living proof.

Well, Miss Nightingale.

Nice to have met you, Chief. Uh, excuse me.

Nice to meet you.

He just went upstairs.

Yeah, that's where his bedroom

is. He's a guest. My first.

You think that's a good idea?

Well, I have to pay for the

home improvements somehow.

- But who is he?

- He's Nick Chasen.

What else do you know about him?

Well, I know that he's paid in advance,

and he's a complete gentleman,

and a distant relative.

I find that very interesting.

- Let me check him out.

- Jake.

He just checked in.

- Cassie?

- Good morning, Lori.

Good morning. What are you making?

Oh, oatmeal. For my

guest. Do you want some?

Lori, aren't you supposed to be in school?

I'm on my way. That's why I'm here.

I'm having some trouble with my schoolwork.

Oh, what subject? Chemistry?

- History.

- Hmm.

Needs some more cinnamon.

I'm working with one of

my classmates on a report.

She's driving me crazy.

Whenever it's time to do work,

she runs off to feed her fish.

At least she cares about them.

But she doesn't care about our report.

I was wondering, do you have...

some kind of...

magic?

Do you mean a spell to

make her do her homework?

Hmm, it's not easy getting

kids to do their homework.

I know.

Follow me.

Some very curious things

came with this solarium.

- What is that?

- I'm not sure.

Something to do with my garden.

Maybe you and Jess can figure it out.

But we're supposed to do our report

on a big event that happened

in our town's history.

Big trees from little acorns grow.

- And so, Duke yells...

- Fire!

And I go stuff all the paper towels

down all the girls' toilets until...

- The whole place floods!

- Pardon me.

- You should have been there!

- Oh yeah.

Water down the whole hall!

Yeah, then Mrs. Buttrick came running in,

and she slipped and fell right in it!

Good afternoon, Cicely.

Whatever happened to common courtesy?

- That's funny.

- So, uh, what's your idea?

Oh, um, I remember something my

dad told me that was pretty funny.

Your dad?

Well, yeah.

See, he changed the tape in the

church tower, so instead of bells...

it played Led Zeppelin.

No, dude. That's... that's lame.

Look, if you want in,

you're gonna have to do something huge.

- Like what?

- Don't worry about it.

- We'll let you know.

- Yeah. Later.

Hmm.

Good afternoon, Martha.

Miss Nightingale.

Chief Russell told me you had an

encounter with one of my creepers.

- Do you doubt it?

- Oh, not at all.

I just wondered if you had any

chafing or allergic reaction.

I'm perfectly fine. The matter's closed.

Because I have some

special ointment in my shop.

I am not in the mood for

your black magic this morning.

You seem very troubled by something today.

I understand that you have

a paying guest staying at Grey House.

Only one so far. But I

have room for a couple more.

You're also hosting our Bicentennial party.

Do you want our distinguished guests

to think of Grey House as some

sort of flophouse for vagrants?

- A bed and breakfast, Martha.

- Do you think it's a good idea?

The extra income will help pay some bills.

You know how it is

with these fixer-uppers.

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