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side taking over. “You should never hide who you are. I happen to love who you are, and all you did by hiding was torture yourself.”
    “Oh, well, now you tell me,” I deadpanned. “I guess everything is all better now.”
    “Don’t get sarcastic,” Landon said. “I know that’s rich coming from me, but at least we’re together and no fairy tale monsters are chasing us. This is already better than the last spell gone wrong.”
    He was almost chipper. I couldn’t help but be suspicious. “Did someone slip you a drug when I wasn’t looking? Little Tillie didn’t touch you, but she was probably powerful at that age.”
    “It’s a good thing you’re cute, because otherwise I would have to spank you – and not in a fun way,” Landon said. “I’m not trying to upset you. I’m trying to look on the bright side of life.”
    “There’s a bright side?” I must have missed it during the flying colors portion of today’s events.
    “There is a bright side,” Landon confirmed. “We’re together. We’re not stuck in a storm. Things are going to be okay.”
    “And suddenly you’re being the cheerleader while I’m in a funk,” I mused. “That can’t be good.”
    “Stop being a kvetch.”
    I scowled. That was Aunt Tillie’s favorite word for Clove. Landon was enamored with the word of late. It drove me crazy. “I am not a kvetch.”
    “I’m going to have a T-shirt made declaring you a kvetch.”
    “Whatever,” I muttered, scanning our new location for the first time. “Huh.”
    “Huh, what? That was a loaded ‘huh.’ I don’t like loaded huhs.”
    “I think this is the old downtown,” I said, twirling so I could look the town over at every angle. “This is the old Walkerville.”
    “You mean Hemlock Cove, right?” Landon said.
    “Right. Walkerville was the town’s name before they magically rebranded it.”
    “That was before my time,” Landon said. “This doesn’t look like Hemlock Cove. Why do you think this is Hemlock Cove? And why are the streets empty if this is Hemlock Cove? Crap. You don’t think Aunt Tillie cursed us to that zombie book, do you? If zombies start shuffling down the street I’m going to be really ticked off.”
    When we were cursed into a book of fairy tales, my mother and aunts were cursed into a zombie book. Aunt Tillie needed time to break the law without anyone looking over her shoulder. My mother said it was terrifying and clammed up, refusing to talk further about it. My family might have a few issues.
    “And pessimistic Landon is back,” I teased. “All is right with the world.”
    “Ha, ha. Seriously, though, why do you think this is Hemlock Cove?”
    “Because that’s the high school,” I said, pointing toward the brick building across the way. “And that’s the newspaper office.”
    Landon narrowed his eyes. “That building is half the size of The Whistler’s office,” he argued.
    “That’s because the building was expanded in the 1980s,” I explained. “That’s the original building. Do you want to know how I know? Ask me how I know.”
    “This game is growing weary, but I’ll bite,” Landon said. “How do you know?”
    “Because there’s a photo of the original building on the wall in the newspaper’s front lobby,” I answered. “This is definitely Walkerville.”
    “Well, great,” Landon said, rolling his neck until it cracked. “Do you think we’re in the same time period we were a few minutes ago?”
    I shook my head when I caught sight of a tall boy striding down the sidewalk across the street. He had to be almost six and a half feet tall. His hair was black and his shoulders slouched as he walked toward the high school. I’d seen photographs of him before, too. I’d even talked to him a handful of times when I was a child – after his death, of course – although I hadn’t seen his ghost in years.
    Landon snapped his fingers in my face to draw my attention back. “Where did you just go?”
    “We have to