The Chocolate Collection. Trisha Ashley

      ‘Of course. Florrie Snowball makes the best and she’s built up a large stock over the years, because we all felt they would be needed, sooner or later.’

      ‘Oh,’ I said thoughtfully, because the purpose of the bottles is to ward off ill-wishing, and they’ve been found hidden in many old houses. ‘Are these supposed to guard us against Mr Mann-Drake?’

      ‘The first line of defence,’ he agreed, ‘for as boy scouts say: be prepared!’

      I couldn’t imagine Grumps had ever been a boy scout, but something was puzzling me. ‘Grumps, I thought the bottles contained magic to keep witches out. So how come a witch is making witch bottles? And if she had boxes full of them in the pub cellar, then they can’t be working, can they?’

      ‘They work very well.’ He held one up and shook it gently and for a moment I thought I saw a glittering spark of light like a shooting star in the murky depths, but it must have been a reflection.

      ‘But if the charm works, then why isn’t it affecting you either, Grumps?’

      He looked at me in a surprised sort of way. ‘Because my heart is pure and my intentions good, though I confess to feeling the odd twinge, should I…er…inadvertently stray over the borders of white magic, even with the best of motives. A little revenge, for instance…’ He winced slightly. ‘It is like a sort of spiritual lumbago. Practitioners of the Old Religion can take two paths and this charm works against those who have taken the wrong one, and protects those of us who have not.’

      ‘Right,’ I said, thinking that at least if his coven believed that, then the witch bottles should keep them all on the straight and narrow – or, as straight and narrow as magic usually is: it seems a twisty sort of thing.

      Grumps handed me the bottle. ‘You’ll find a small ledge for that above the museum door, Chloe. In fact, you will find a place for them over every exterior door to the Old Smithy.’

      He was quite right, too – there was. I carried the box and he placed the bottles onto ledges above the lintels. ‘Made for the purpose, you see, Chloe. Very cautious women, the Frinton sisters. They will have taken their own bottles with them to set up at their new address.’

      In my cottage there was a tiny niche carved into the stonework over both my front and back doors, just big enough to hold a bottle. I’d already noticed them and put one of my ornamental angel figures in each. They seemed protection enough to me, but since Grumps showed signs of extreme annoyance when I said so, I placated him by relegating them to the windowsills among the scented geraniums, and replacing them with the witch charms.

      ‘Poppy tells me the new vicar intends coming to see you tomorrow afternoon, Grumps,’ I said casually, when that was done, but obviously not casually enough because he gave me one of his sharp looks.

      ‘If he is obeying Hebe Winter’s orders, then he is a fool. If he knows of our relationship, then he is a double fool.’

      ‘What has our relationship got to do with it?’ I demanded, but he didn’t deign to reply to that one. I can’t really believe in his omniscience, so it does look as if Zillah has told him something about my past relationship with Raffy, though I sincerely hope not all.

      ‘I’m not sure Mr Merryman ever recovered from his visit with you, Grumps. What on earth did you say to the poor man?’

      He looked faintly surprised. ‘Nothing that anyone could take objection to, I am quite sure! I was busy when he arrived, so perhaps it was what I was doing, rather than anything I said. Are you asking me to be kind to the new dolt when he comes to disturb my peace?’

      ‘No: you throw the bell, book and candle right back at him, if you want to,’ I told him callously.

       Chapter Nineteen: In the Mix

      My Angel card reading the following morning suggested that I should resolve issues with another and let the balm of forgiveness heal my heart, but if it was referring to Raffy then it had gone beyond the bounds of optimism and into la-la land.

      But I supposed it could have meant forgiving Mum instead (though the outcome was equally unlikely), since the postman brought me a small DNA sampling package, organised by Chas. He was quick off the mark!

      If Chas wasn’t my father it would throw the game right open, because if Mum lied to him, she might also have lied to the other man and it would be awful if I never found out who my biological father was. I didn’t really know why it felt so important, though, since I never intended having children so I wouldn’t be worrying about what genes went into the mix.

      Anyway, there was no turning back now, so I followed the instructions and did the swab thing straight away, then sealed it all up again to send off later when I went to the post office with my Wishes.

      And at least I wouldn’t have to keep a lookout for Raffy that morning when I was out, because I knew he would be at Winter’s End. I’d seen him pass the window very early with his dog the previous day and again that day (surreptitiously, from behind the curtain, though he never even glanced at Angel Cottage), so it seemed set to become a regular habit.

      That afternoon David was picking me up to go to look at a selection of country cottages, so with a bit of luck I wouldn’t even be in the same building when Raffy came to see Grumps, either.

      On the way back from the post office I called in to see Felix, as usual, but then almost immediately wished I hadn’t, since all he could do was sing Raffy’s praises.

      They were such opposites that it hadn’t occurred to me until then that they would get on so well, but by the time I’d listened to him waffling on about how you wouldn’t think Raffy had ever been famous because he was so ordinary (is he blind?) and how he felt he’d known him for ever, and how friendly he was, it was enough to make my coffee curdle.

      Even more than Poppy, he thought I should have long recovered from my bit of history with Raffy and moved on, especially since he must have changed radically before being ordained.

      If anyone else mentioned the words ‘forgive and forget’ to me after that, I swore I’d deck them. Reason and common sense be damned: I just couldn’t snap my fingers and say, ‘OK, let’s forget it!’ when even the very mention of his name made me go all bitter and twisted inside. And yes, I did know that was negative and damaging and I’d feel so much better if I let it go, but I just couldn’t do it.

      I was also starting to feel very aggrieved about Poppy and Felix’s lack of empathy. These were my friends, and whether I was in the wrong or the right, they should be on my side and not be the devil’s advocate, even if he is cunningly disguised in a surplice. And I was still not convinced there wasn’t a Lucifer lurking inside there!

      So I said one or two sharp things to Felix, who commented as I left that he’d never seen me quite like this, though he didn’t qualify exactly what he meant by ‘this’. But whatever it was, perhaps it would have started to make him think twice about my suitability as the right person to sink into middle age with, which would be a damn good thing.

      Now I just needed to get him to switch his focus to Poppy instead, and vice versa. I wondered what she’d done with that love potion she got from Hebe Winter. Not that I believed in them, of course, any more than the power of Grumps’ magic; but still, if I could manage to get hold of it, there would be no harm in giving it a try, would there?

      Raffy must have gone to see Grumps immediately after lunch, much earlier than I’d expected, because there was a knock on my door ages before David was due to pick me up and there he was, standing two steps down on the pavement and disconcertingly eye to eye.

      The expression on his pale, chiselled features was guarded, though I noted that he seemed remarkably undisturbed considering where he’d just come from: but