The Good Witch's Garden Page #5

Vegetarian stew from Mrs. Buxton.

And your choice of three desserts from...

- Oh, I forget.

- No thanks.

I'm running out of room

in the refrigerator.

Uh, sorry.

Wh... what were you saying, George?

Wake up, Chief. I'm just saying

most guys would be happy to have a

half a dozen women chasing after them.

But me, I think I'm a

one-woman kind of guy.

Jake.

What's the matter with you this morning?

Oh, Cassie and I had a fight.

About what?

Not now.

Look.

I don't know what

happened, but I know this.

Cassie means the world to those kids.

And to me.

And to you.

Now you hang in there.

What the heck is that?

Oh, just... a mirror.

Ha! You fixin' your hair?

So, what do you want to do?

I don't know. What do you want to do?

Maybe climb the school

sign and change the letters?

Sounds like fun. If you're a fourth grader.

Or maybe we could go and...

No. Look.

We've got your mission all figured out.

- Cool. What is it?

- Trash that stupid Bicentennial.

- I don't think I want to do that.

- Doesn't matter what you want.

- Besides, you can't back out now.

- Why not?

Because you know too much.

- It's just that I don't want to wreck it for...

- Look,

if you wimp out on us,

then we'll wreck you.

That's a promise.

What are you doing here?

Is that how you greet your taxpayers?

Well, you don't pay taxes.

State your business.

I just brought you a

little reading material.

What's this?

Read 'em and weep.

Oh, um,

my lawyer will be in touch.

Hey!

Why so glum, chum?

You want a cookie? It's got icing.

Chocolate chips.

What is that?

This is for Cassie Nightingale.

"Saved my life. 1816."

How could this save his life?

Maybe a bear wandered into his cabin,

and he used the dibble to defend himself?

You got any better ideas?

We need to know everything

that happened in 1816.

Here.

You read this and I'll take notes.

Lori...

I got to tell you something.

Something I've never told anybody.

Yeah?

It's the reason I kept running off before.

I...

I can't read.

If it's about the other day...

No. It's not.

Oh, I see. What's it about then?

I'm afraid I have to give you this.

Does he have a strong

legal claim to the house?

You have a handwritten

will that's not notarized.

He has an ironclad chain of title,

proving the house belongs to his

family, which makes Nick the sole heir.

This is my home. It's my

anchor. I can't lose Grey House.

I'm going to take those

documents to the town attorney

and see what options we have.

Yeah, but this says I have to

be out of here in two weeks.

He's taking more than my

home. He's taking my heritage.

Elizabeth Merriwick was

Captain Hamblin's lover,

not his wife, which means she never had

any claim to Grey House in the first place.

And she stole the property

from the Hamblin family.

Which makes the Grey Lady a thief.

Who knows what that makes me.

Cassie.

You're a smart,

loving, magical woman.

I'll do whatever it takes.

We'll fight this together.

So, the Grey Lady was the captain's lover.

Not wife, lover.

Cassie Nightingale had a portrait of a

common criminal hanging in her parlor.

So all this time, Miss

Nightingale has been...

Nothing but a squatter. Ha!

Thievery and deception,

that's her inheritance.

- You can't say I didn't warn you.

- What about her Bicentennial garden party?

Scratch that. It's Nick's garden party now.

- And much the better for it.

- Has he said he'll do it?

Of course, he'll do it.

He's on my committee, isn't he?

Welcome.

George, you shouldn't have.

Oh, I didn't. It's a

manicotti from Mrs. Fasulo.

Please, come on in.

Go on, kids.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I love candles.

Don't you, Lori? Brandon?

You can't leave Grey House!

I have to.

I've been living here on borrowed

time some might even say stolen.

So it'll have to be my last

night here at Grey House.

Well, it's... It's just for the time being.

But what about your

Bicentennial garden party?

Well, it's not my garden anymore.

Just use your magic to

make it like it was before.

It's just a house.

Each one of you means more to me

than any 10 houses.

But Grey House is your house.

Well, I'm not going to discuss

this any more on an empty stomach.

Let's go have dinner.

Grey House won't be the

same without you, Cassie.

Cheer up, all of you.

I'm not out of here yet.

Yeah, but...

the magic's gone already.

I can feel it.

What do you mean?

I know what Brandon's talking about.

There's a chill in here.

I haven't felt it before.

Yeah. I guess we're all feeling pretty low.

But the magic hasn't gone away.

It's still working.

You still believe?

I asked you for help with Jess, remember?

Because I thought she was lazy.

But she told me something

she's never told anybody.

Reading is really, really hard for her.

But now she's getting help.

Special classes after school.

And you know what? The

report is going to be great.

I'm doing the reading,

and she's doing these

beautiful illustrations.

Yeah, but you're still doing a ton of work.

But I don't mind.

Because Jess told me her secret,

and I helped her.

That's the real magic, isn't it?

Helping other people.

Sometimes you have to dig a little deeper.

"Trust in the truth will show itself."

Lori's absolutely right.

We've all got plenty to be cheerful about.

Hmm.

- I loved the pie.

- Oh, it was good, huh?

Shh.

What is it?

If you're very, very quiet...

Do you hear that?

What? The rain?

No, listen carefully.

You can hear the garden grow.

But it's November.

I thought the growing season was over.

Always growing. Always changing.

George, do you mind walking the kids home?

I just, uh...

I'd like to talk to Cassie,

just the two of us, alone.

Sure thing.

Cassie, thanks but...

here.

There. Maybe the image wasn't clear.

- But...

- I'll make you a deal.

Don't give up on that mirror and

I won't give up on Grey House.

Okay.

We've got rain falling.

Yes, it's a bit romantic, isn't it, George?

I'm a little too old

for that kind of thing.

Some of the best things

bloom late in the season.

You know, I almost forgot,

would you mind stopping by

the nursery early in the

morning and picking up some

night flowering jasmine for me?

- Sure thing.

- Where are you sleeping tomorrow night, Cassie?

Well, there's a small

place over at my shop.

You could stay with me in my room.

Come here.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Let's go, kids.

- Thank you.

Good night.

So what did the lawyer

say about Nick's documents?

She said there's nothing she can do.

But we can.

Jake, I didn't want to say

this in front of the kids but...

But what?

When I was packing,

I noticed that my diary

had been tampered with.

Okay.

Well, we can send it in for prints.

And do me a favor the next

time he has a cup of tea,

keep the cup and we'll send

that in for prints as well.

I'll put some mugwort

under my pillow tonight.

Good.

Why?

Dreams, Jake. I can go

anywhere in my dreams.

You know, between your amazing intuition...

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