Friday, January 28, 2011









Ike drops her bags on the back porch, then goes back to her Ram for the crates in its bed. She smiles to the shifters who offer to help. The boys grunt as they lift the heavy boxes and set them on the porch. Ike hides a grin and picks up the last crate without strain. The girl with them giggles, then grabs the bags, holding the door. The group is laughing as they follow Ike into the taproom.

She directs them to take the crates into the kitchen. When Patti looks askance at her, Ike grins.

"I hit the fresh markets as soon as I got up. There are a wide variety of vegetables and fruits in the crates. Tori looked up some really great salsa recipes I thought Pandora would like." She grabs a mango as the boys pass. "The fruit ones looked really good. So did the recipes for fruit butters."

She spies Monty behind the bar.

"Heads up Lover!"

As he looks up, she lobs the mango at his head. Monty plucks it from the air, laughing. The smile and laughter doesn't reach his eyes. Something is wrong. Monty kisses the mango, winking at her. She takes the bags from the girl, thanking her, and almost skips to the bar.

"I need to hide these before Ob and Pandora come down. I bought some things for ALL the babies." Her gaze searches his as he pulls her close for a kiss. "Monty? What is wrong?"

Kissing her again, Monty fills her in on what the shifter had told him and his concerns for her and Tori. The front door opens, admitting several patrons, closely followed by Tori. There is a sparkle in her eyes as she sets her package on the counter.

"You are not going to believe what I found!"

She opens the box, carefully removing the statue. Ike and Monty marvel over the detail, taking in the small changes to the instruments and placements. It is only a few moments before Tori touches Ike's mind, picking up Monty's news.

"If it's not one thing, it's another around here."

She gets a look on her face, then wanders to the stairs still lost in thought.

Moments later she returns, setting her laptop on the bar. Ike looks over her shoulder. The screen scrolls through histories and soon they are looking over the urban legends and ghost stories of Exton.

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