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Candelane Chapter 11 Wendell St. John The sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me next morning as soon as I opened my eyes. Just as I reached for my robe, there was a soft knock on the bedroom door. “Come in.” I answered, swinging my feet over the side of my bed and pulling on my robe. The door opened and Strength came in carrying a cup of coffee. AGood morning Kara,” She said, handing me the cup. “I thought you might prefer your morning coffee up here.” “Good morning, and thanks for bringing it up to me. I was just going down to raid the kitchen. I am as hungry as a horse.” I replied, sipping the coffee before setting the cup down and going over to draw the window curtains. Bright sunlight poured through the windows and I sat on the window seat enjoying the warmth. “You are up bright and early. What time did you finally get to bed last night?” We had arrived at the farm around eleven p.m. and I had come directly to bed leaving Strength in the capable hands of Mrs. Sun and her husband. Strength glanced at her wrist watch and smiled at me. “I went to bed soon after you and slept like a baby. I’ve been up and about almost two hours.” She walked around the room with interest sticking her head in the open bathroom door and looking inside. “This is very nice.” She murmured, pulling the door shut. “This used to be my mother’s room.” I explained lazily. “You slept in my old room. What have you been doing for the past two hours?” The clock on the bedside table showed it was going on ten. I had slept eight hours, the longest I could recall. Perhaps I was making up for my lack of sleep this past week. Whatever the reason, the sleep had done me the world of good, because I felt rested and ready to face the day. “I had breakfast and then Mr. Sun took me on a quick tour of the property.” She said, looking out the windows at the pond. “You never mentioned the lake or the beautiful gardens. This is quite a large place. I am impressed with everything.” Then she added with a note of wistfulness. “If this was my place I would make a point to spend all my summers here.” I grinned at her, feeling mischievous. “Well, I am going to give it to you as a parting gift and you will be able to enjoy it to your heart’s content. After all, as High Priestess, I will be far removed from these earthly concerns.” I said loftily. Her eyes widened in surprise and her jaw fell open. She quickly closed it. “What? What are you saying?” She stammered caught off-guard by my offer. “Don’t look so surprised. You are like the sister I always wanted and the perfect person to own this farm.” Seeing the disbelieved look on her face, I added. “Don’t worry. I will take care of all the details.” Volume 13, Number 1

SPRING 2001

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