“Yes. The only thing left is a batch of pepper jelly and pickled okra.” I plucked the blackberry sign from the table and stashed it underneath, where we were keeping elixirs and such. No signs were needed for those. Folks only had to make eye contact with Foxy and she all but read what they were wanting to purchase out of sight of others.

“Selling out is a good thing.” Foxy rearranged our display, moving jars of strawberry preserves over to the empty spot.

“I’m going to grab up the pepper jelly. Be right back.” I cupped my hands and blew some heat to my frozen fingers and then rewrapped my scarf around my neck. Tucking my hands in the pockets of my corduroy coat, I walked over to the library, where we’d parked earlier, and grabbed the crate of jelly.

On the way back, I caught sight of Malorie with her head bent close to Foxy’s as they spoke intently about something. I slowed, not wanting to have to speak but also curious as to what potion from underneath the table Malorie was purchasing. They exchanged money and then Malorie slipped the small bag into her purse before rushing off. Of course Miss High-and-Mighty didn’t want to be caught at the witch doctor’s booth.

My mouth opened before I could stop it. “Malorie! Did you need a receipt for your purchase from Foxy?”

Malorie ducked her head and speed-walked away, though I knew good and well she heard me hollering.

“What was that all about?” I plopped the crate on the edge of the table and began unloading it.

“Ah, she was in need of some tea,” Foxy answered vaguely, adjusting the burgundy gingham tablecloth to conceal the lined shelf set up underneath the table, but not before I noticed the empty spot where the last pouch of fertility tea had been earlier.

“What’d she want with fertility tea?”

Foxy’s onyx eyes slid to mine as she patted the side of her golden head wrap. “What do you think she wanted with it?”

I swallowed with great difficulty and blinked away the hurt that provoked. It had been almost half a year since I broke things off with Vance, so I knew it was none of my business. Too bad my heart didn’t get the message.

Evening started coming around after a while. Our merchandise had dwindled considerably and so I was ready to call it quits when a formidable man walked up to our booth. A much more petite woman holding the hands of two cuties trailed behind.

“Hey, Pa. Whatcha up to?”

He glanced over his shoulder, appearing rather annoyed by his shadows, and then gave me a pleading look. “The boys are getting tired. You about finished?”