flowered sundress.
âBack at you!â Sharon gestured to Gabrielleâs hair, cut in the latest style. âIâm dying for a good haircut, but I canât bring myself to trust anyone locally!â
âI found this great stylist in Boston. If youâre serious, we can go next week and you can get it done.â
Sharon nodded, her eyes filled with excitement. âI would love it. Maybe Iâll even cut it above my shoulders, like yours.â
âYouâd look gorgeous with shorter hair.â Their conversation reminded Gabrielle of an adventure theyâd shared in high school, when theyâd both dyed their hair with hydrogen peroxide, hoping to become shining blondes. Instead, theyâd wound up living with green hair until their mothers agreed to pay for a professional fix.
âLetâs shop Boylston Street and Copley while weâre there,â Sharon said, making a disgusted face as she pulled on the fabric of her dress. âI need some new clothes.â
Gabrielle laughed. Some things never changed. They both loved shopping. She and Sharon were just like sistersâsisters who never fought and just enjoyed each otherâs company.
Sharon led her inside and they sat in the living room decorated by photographs of Sharon and her brother and eclectic other odds and ends favored by Sharonâs mother.
âIâm so grateful you came to give that lecture for Richard. Heâs convinced that in order to beat Mary Perkins, he has to get rid of the townspeopleâs fear.â Her friend was a huge supporter of Gabrielleâs work and kept the library stocked with her books.
âMy pleasure.â Gabrielle reached out and squeezed her friendâs hand. âIâm so excited to be living close by you again.â
Sharon leaned forward. âSame here. But right now, I want to know about your newest project. What do you have planned for your next book?â
Gabrielle drew a deep breath. âIâm going to write about the Corwin Curse.â And hopefully dispel it for good.
âWow.â
âExactly. Iâm going to do some research, as well as interview the Corwins and the Perkins. Iâm determined to shed some light on this thing, once and for all,â Gabrielle said, definitively.
For years, she had dispelled other paranormal rumors like ghost sightings or UFO reports, writing about everything but curses to try to heal her pain over losing Derek. But avoidance hadnât helped. The Corwin Curse had taken the man she loved away from her because Derek was a believer. If not for that curse, Gabrielle would probably have married Derek and been the mother of his children. Sheâd still be a writer because it was in her blood, but her personal life would have played out so differently. It was time for her to deal with that, Gabrielle thought. She planned to face her past, define her future and confront old ghosts.
âHow do you think theyâll react?â Sharon asked.
Gabrielle shrugged. âI canât worry about it. I need to do this for myself.â From the day Derek had broken up with her, her life had been defined by that curse.
After moving to Florida after graduation, sheâd gone to college there. Sheâd majored in psychology and minored in human behavioral science. Over time, sheâd let her writing become a means of working out her feelings. She hadnât been able to fight Derekâs beliefs when heâd broken up with her, nor had she understood how he could allow an old curse to destroy the future they could have shared.
Gabrielle needed to understand how human beings with free will could have their behavior swayed by things that didnât exist. She had to somehow comprehend how the man she loved and who she thought had loved her had dumped her because he believed he was cursed.
âI just canât get over the fact that Richardâs future hinges on an old, ridiculous