she’d taken it upon herself to investigate just what was happening at Tea and Sympathy. After hearing rumors about the pair of women who resided above the place—one who made potions, one who practiced palmistry—she’d stationed herself outside the shop door to watch their comings and goings and to spy through the windows. She’d been shocked to see a rather large bird (a raven, she guessed) always hopping about the place, doing as it pleased. How menacing! How unsanitary!
