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    The Rose and the Honeysuckle — Chapter 2

    “Okay,”
    said Tina.

    “I need you
    to take Ms. Porter and Mr. Haspel to their room. They will be staying in the
    master suite. I need you to go becauseIwell, I have some things that I need
    to attend to, and don’t forget the extra towels and soap.”

    “Ms.
    Porter? That lady is no more a porter than I’m a lady from Ameryllia,” said
    Tina.

    Her mother
    turned to her sharply, “Well, whoever she may be, you are to treat her with
    respect.” And she got up and grabbed her cloak but as she was turning to the
    back door, she swung around on Tina and looked directly into her eyes, causing
    Tina to stop and stare with surprise. “Listen to me now, child, that woman,
    well, she’s aa.she’snevermind,” she shook her head, “that woman is,” she
    took a deep breathe, “is a very dangerous woman.” She stopped and pursed her lips
    and tightened her gaze on Tina, “Yes, she is a very powerful and dangerous
    woman. Her mother licked her lips, “You know, Tina that sometimes the most
    potent and deadly flowers are also the most beautiful and come in the most
    brilliant colors, and some are even the most delicate.” She stared at Tina and
    looked as if she might changer her mind and stay after all but then she grunted
    and grabbed her medicine bag and basket and swung out into the night, wrapping
    her shawl around her head.

    Tina felt
    her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breathe. ‘O Goddess, give me
    strength, what is happening tonight?’ she thought. It was getting late and she
    heard the sound of muffled foot stamps as many of the patrons were heading home
    or upstairs. The minstrel was now quietly strumming a slow lullaby to encourage
    her brothers and sisters to bed. Tina pulled her blond hair back and checked
    herself quickly in the kitchen mirror for any flour spots on her face. After a
    moment’s hesitation, she pinched her cheeks and lips and pulled a small curl
    from her hair that was tied behind her head. She smiled in spite of herself and
    shook her head at her mother’s strange warnings. She grabbed the towels and
    soap and headed into the next room.

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