myth,â Sharon said.
Gabrielle gave her friend a wry smile. âWhy not? Mine did.â
Sharon slapped her hand over her mouth, deliberately dramatic. âIâm sorry! What an awful thing for me to bring up. I just wasnât thinking!â
âItâs fine. I was kidding. The problem is, when people believe in this kind of stuff, their beliefs are based on things that are just so hard to refute. For one thing, history has repeated itself over and over, making it appear as if the original curse on the Corwins has validity.â That was why Gabrielle needed to research it in detail.
Sharon scrunched her nose, her disgust with the subject clear. âYou mean, because all the Corwin men have been unlucky in love, people believe that a witch caused it to happen?â
âItâs not just that theyâre unlucky in love. Itâs also because Mary Perkinsâs family, whoâve run the town for years, have used those failures to cement their position. By reminding everyone of the Corwin Curse, the Perkins are able to manipulate those around them, holding on to their power by playing on peopleâs fears.â
Sharon nodded. âSheâs as much as insinuated that, since sheâs the namesake of the original Mary Perkins, she has the power to brew up another curse. Just when Richard thinks heâs making headway in reaching people, sheâll bring up the past and remind people of her power.â
âIn what way?â Gabrielle asked, wondering how one woman could have so much sway.
âWell, a large development group came to town to buy property that they wanted to turn into an ocean-front resort. Mary doesnât want to chance anyone coming in and usurping her position, so she coerced the owners to sell their otherwise profitable land to her at a cheap price rather than to the developers.â
Gabrielle rose and smoothed the wrinkles in her linen skirt. âHow? And why in the world would anyone take a lesser price?â
Sharon got up, too. âMary claimed the town owned the land through eminent domain. She threatened to take the individual landowners to court, informing them sheâd win and theyâd probably get much less than what she was graciously offering now. She also mentioned she was a direct descendant of the Mary Perkins, and not so subtly reminded those homeowners that she could bankrupt them with a few choice curse words. Darned if they didnât sell cheap. And of course, after the fact, nobody would admit theyâd been threatened, either.â Sharon shrugged.
Pausing by the window, Gabrielle glanced out at her convertible parked on the quiet street. âWell, I can see why Richard has his hands full.â Gabrielle didnât want to tell her friend that a few lectures might not be enough. Old beliefs were powerful. Too often, not even persuasive reasoning or common sense could overcome them.
âSoâ¦weâve talked about the curse long enough. When are we going to discuss the five-hundred-pound elephant in the room?â Sharon asked.
Gabrielle raised an eyebrow, pretty sure she knew what her friend was referring to but wanting to hear it before she jumped to the wrong conclusion. âCare to elaborate?â
âThe man himself? Derek Corwin? I know that seeing him again wonât be easy.â
Gabrielle smirked. âFive hundred pounds? Guess I wonât have to worry about that old attraction rearing its head again after all.â
âVery funny.â
âI thought so.â She shrugged and remained quiet.
Sharon exhaled loudly, breaking the silence. âOkay fine, I get the message. We wonât talk about Derek today. So hereâs the plan. I need to stop by the library and pick up my cell phone first, since I left it there last night. Afterward, I thought weâd go shopping. Thereâs a new mall youâll love. What do you think?â
Gabrielle nodded. âSounds