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going to be able to get to the root of what she really needed. Over her shoulder I could see Faith was handling the register just fine and Mr. Prince Charming was by her side making sure. This was really a good thing. I was able to focus on the customer while Faith focused on checking the others out.
    “I guess.” Desperation set deep in her dull eyes. “I used to sleep so well, but since the baby.” Her voice trailed off.
    “Congratulations.” I smiled thinking of Petunia, Gerald, and new baby Orin. “I’m sure the baby is worth all the sleepless nights.”
    “Oh, it’s not the baby that wakes me up. I wish it were. The baby sleeps all night.” Her mouth twisted and her eyes darted back and forth like she was keeping something from me.
    “I’d love to help you but you are going to have to tell me what is keeping you up.” I knew in my gut there was something else, but nothing was coming to me.
    The smell of sweet roses streamed out of her mouth as she talked about her routine and going to bed not too early, but not too late as if I was going to tell her to change her routine.
    “Do you love roses?” I asked.
    Usually when I smell something coming from a client, it’s because they love that something and I can alter their specific potion with that flavor, but the rose smell was so strong, I felt it was coming from somewhere deeper.
    “Why would you ask that?” She blurted, scarcely aware of how loud her voice was.
    “I thought I smelled roses. Maybe a perfume?” I smiled trying to get her to trust me.
    “No. I hate roses, but my grandmother loved them. Her hand lotion was even rose scented.” Her eyes held a little sparkle as she told me about her grandmother. “I loved my grandmother.”
    “Loved?” I asked.
    “Yes. She passed before I had Rose,” the intensity in her voice lowered.
    “Rose.” I sucked in a deep breath knowing her grandmother was present from the great beyond and knowing I couldn’t help her. Dealing with spirits from the ever after was not my job. “Do you wake up every night at the same time?” I asked making sure I was on the right path with my hunches.
    “Three thirty-three every morning. Like clockwork.” She fiddled with her fingers. “I smell her. I smell roses.”
    “Rose, your daughter, is named after your grandmother’s love of roses?” I wanted her to figure out where I was going with this.
    “Yes. And every since Rose was born, I wake up to smelling roses at three thirty-three when baby Rose has slept through the night since day one. She’s like an anomaly.” Her cheeks had gotten a little more pink in them as she talked about Rose.
    “What you need is a good massage with some homeopathic oils. And I have just the cure.” I glanced over her shoulder and caught Faith’s eyes. “I’m going to take her to see Chandra. I’ll be back in a minute.”
    “I’m fine.” Faith called, running her hand down Mr. Prince Charming’s back. “We’ve got it covered.”
    “If you’ll come with me, I know exactly what will let you get to sleep and keep you there until baby Rose wakes you.” I motioned for her to follow me as we left the shop and went next door to A Cleansing Spirit Spa.
    As soon as the doors of the spa opened, the smell of fresh linens and oils spread over us like a wave of water. It was known in the mortal world that spas used machines to pump in the homeopathic smells, but in the magical village of Whispering Falls, every sense, including your sense of smell was exactly what was dear to you deep in your soul.
    “It smells like a bed of roses in here.” The young mother took another deep breath, this time a smile covered her lips.
    “Howdy do!” Chandra opened one of the spa doors from down the hall and greeted us. She adjusted her pink turban as her eyes zeroed in on the young mother. “Oh, a new mom.”
    “How did you know?” The woman pointed to Chandra. “How did she know?”
    “We can see all, my dear.” Chandra put her arms