The Good Witch's Garden Page #4

In a china cup.

May I?

Well, if you insist.

You know, this is the first really

good cup of tea I've had

since I've come to Middleton.

Oh?

No offense to Miss Nightingale.

Oh, no, no. We won't be needing that.

Martha doesn't take sugar in her tea.

Now how on earth do you know that?

Any woman savvy enough to wear

this scarf with this jacket

knows you don't dilute a

good blend with cane sugar.

You impress me as someone

with impeccable taste.

It takes one to know one.

Oh.

I should hire your friend to help us out.

I haven't her around here in a while.

Me neither.

Well, good friends are

hard to come by. I know.

When I was a teen, I moved around a lot.

The minute I made new friends, I

was off to the next foster home.

Making new friends was just

as hard as losing the old ones.

I guess so.

I guess every teen goes through changes.

Mine just seemed enormous.

I had so many questions,

and no one I felt I could really

talk to, you know what I mean?

I had a pretty rough time as a teen.

This...

helped me through those times.

Maybe it'll help you.

A mirror?

When all the questions were

spinning around in my head,

I just took a good long look at myself and

the answer would come.

Is it... magic?

Do I talk to it?

You just take a good long look at yourself.

Thanks.

Brandon.

Don't sit down, you might

have seven years of bad luck.

- Thanks, Cassie.

- Bye.

Hopefully Miss Nightingale will

keep her keynote speech short.

When she's finished, Miss

Cicely Price will sing

her original composition entitled...

You're a Grand Old Grey House

In honor of its 200th year.

And then, let's keep the

music going with, um...

oh, a parade!

A big parade, down the hill to Town Square.

- With floats. Made from flowers.

- A dozen floats.

Each one depicting a key event

in the town's 200-year history.

- It sounds expensive.

- Mayor Tinsdale...

It's our 200th birthday party!

We need to close the event

with some kind of a big... bang.

Fireworks.

Sir, we can't afford it.

We can't afford any of this.

I think you'll find fireworks

can be very reasonable,

if you have connections.

Excuse me, you're not on this committee.

No sir, I'm not. But I would love to

serve under your lovely wife Martha here.

You see, we've been talking about

how to add some pizzazz to this party.

You can't expect Cassie's

speech to, uh, carry the event.

Hmm. Uh, Mr. Chasen is an

accomplished businessman.

Please. You were saying?

Nick?

Thank you. You see, folks,

there was a lot of rain

on the 4th last summer.

I have an old associate who

is sitting on a warehouse

that is full of fireworks.

And I bet I can persuade him to sell us

those fireworks at a fraction of the cost.

Now what do you say to fireworks?

Oh, and Mr. Mayor, for the finale,

I was thinking, a firework tableau.

Why don't we recreate the

original town flag of Middleton?

Marvelous!

Now where would I get an image

of that original town flag?

Right up the stairs, beside the records

office, is the Historical Society.

Excellent.

- I found him, Derek.

- Where was he?

Meeting with the Bicentennial committee.

Sounds like a major felony to me.

- Throw the book at him.

- Very funny. Out.

- Mr. Chasen.

- Yes, Officer.

Can I ask you a couple of questions?

Could it wait? I have to

get back to Grey House.

I'll walk with you.

Terrific. A police escort.

You made a lot of friends in Middleton.

- Yes, it's a friendly town.

- You're a friendly guy.

- Is that a crime, Officer?

- No.

I just wondered how you knew so

much about Cassie Nightingale.

- I'm not sure what you mean.

- You know about her parents,

that they passed away.

You know that she was in a

foster home, that she ran away.

Yeah. Fascinating woman, isn't she?

Personal stuff.

Just answer the question.

Chief Russell,

Cassie and I share a common heritage.

Common ancestors.

We even share the same home.

You don't seem like the sharing type.

Is this interrogation over?

No. I wonder why have you

been asking the town clerk

about the taxes on Grey House.

I was curious.

Curious to see how much a

home like that would cost me.

I like this town.

And I'd like a home of my own.

Then you're sure to find it.

Cassie.

- What are you doing here?

- Oh, vacuum bags.

My broom needed a break.

And I need two strong men.

Looks like I found them.

Stop. It's perfect.

Just needs a little less sun.

It needs something.

You'll see. The Veritas has a

way of surprising you. Just wait.

The blooms are like nothing

you've ever seen, or smelled.

Cassie, I'm afraid it's dead.

With love and a little water,

the Veritas will burst into color

on the day of the Bicentennial celebration.

Veritas. That's Latin for truth, isn't it?

Mm hmm. Anyone near it can't

help but tell the truth.

I doubt that.

Then just stand right there

and answer one question.

What do you think of my plant?

- It's hideous.

- See. It's working already.

If you'll excuse me.

I'm going to get into

something more comfortable.

- Can I speak to you for a minute?

- Sure.

I've been doing some digging.

Why do I get feel you're

not talking about gardening?

Did you know this guy's been

examining your tax records?

- Jake.

- What? It's a matter of public record.

- Well, then he hasn't done anything wrong.

- Neither have I.

Look, I thought we had an understanding.

You were gonna leave it up to me.

I just know he's got to

be some kind of con man.

I want to take a look around his room.

- Jake!

- When he's out to dinner.

- Not another word.

- For heaven's sake, Cassie.

- Can't you see that he's not on the level?

- I'll tell you what I see.

I see a man whose heart was

broken when his wife died.

And now he protects himself by expecting

the worst from everyone.

This isn't about my heart.

Well, I think it is.

- Why are you being so hardheaded?

- Why are you so hardhearted?

Just trust that the truth will show itself.

Cassie, come on, get real.

I guess our realities are just

out of synch right now.

I guess so.

What do you expect?

The best.

For both of us.

Hmm. Well, look at us. I'm a cop...

And you're who you always are.

You say that as if it's a bad thing.

It's just...

we're so different.

That's all.

I've got 83 different

species in my garden and...

they all get along just fine.

Some tea?

No, thank you. I should go.

Have a nice day, Chief.

Did I wake you?

Sorry. I couldn't sleep.

For a moment, I thought

this house was haunted.

Oh. Of course, it is.

All sorts of souls and

scoundrels up and about at night.

- Tea?

- No, thanks.

As a matter of fact, yesterday, I heard

loud voices coming from this kitchen.

A man and woman. Arguing.

Yes, I heard them too.

The couple was arguing

about... nothing, really.

This awful man refused to hear

what the lovely lady was saying.

Spooky, huh?

Nick, you have extraordinary

powers of perception.

Almost as keen as mine.

Why don't you pack a lunch today?

I've got Mrs. Lacey's shepherd's pie.

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