sovbooks Chapter 308 The petition.
Chapter 308 The petition.
America gazed at the lake, her ghostly eyes perfectly still. She thought about what she had experienced in the months leading up to her death, the choices she had made and the consequences of those choices.
She wondered if Diana's life would have been saved if she had acted sooner, if her own life would have been kept if she ignored Humphrey the first time he was brought to her.
America thought about her unfinished re
America looked at the blank faced Diana and she nodded. It was important to keep Diana safe, if working for Phoebe was what it took, she was also willing to do it.
The Saxon spirit watched America leading Diana into the cabin and she shook her head, feeling pity for America. Even though she wanted to move on, she had her own anchor of guilt tying her down.
Even if she tried to move on now, it would not happen, she would not see the light. She had to first let go of all her regrets in order to move on.
In the evening, as the clouds started to darken and the wind picked up speed, David and Phoebe decided to take a walk around founding lane.
Hand in hand, they walked slowly while discussing anything that crossed their minds. Mostly, they giggled because other joggers or residents were sneakily taking pictures of them.
Phoebe even saw Bertha Chapman, the wife of Rex Chapman, president of the founding council taking a picture of them and then she made a phone call. She was one of the women with the biggest mouth's on founding lane in terms of gossip.
"We are going to be part of this week's gossip mill I guess."
"Week! that's too far, I bet everybody will know by dinner time." David laughed.
He stopped her and pulled her close. "You know we can actually make the gossip count."
"What..." Phoebe started.
Out of the blue, David leaned down and placed a light kiss on her lips. He did not move his mouth in an attempt to deepen it.
Phoebe smiled against his lips, raised her right leg up and put her hands around his neck.
Both of them could hear the clicks and even saw a few flashes of cameras out of the sides of their eyes. Not only would they be a topic of conversation, their would be evidence of their relationship.
"We are so bad." Phoebe giggled.
"So bad." he laughed.
Phoebe's phone rung and she separated from him.
"It's my dad." she said happily as she answered. "Pa...." she started.
"If you are not home in ten minutes young lady I will ground you, I don't care how old you are, no kissing boys before marriage." Edward said and then he hung up.
Phoebe looked at the phone and then David, she burst into unexpected laughter suddenly.
"I think my father has seen the pictures and he just scolded me."
David's phone rung and he looked at the caller and rolled his eyes. For Collin Mayfair to be calling him, it was nothing good, he was probably looking for a fight.
"I think your brother wants to have a word with me about your honor."
Phoebe snorted, what honor, was this the 1700's?
"If you have a duel, don't shoot him in the face or the legs, his wedding is coming up."
David took her hand and they turned around, walking in the direction of the Mayfair manor with big grins on their faces.
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Two days after being told that Dorothy Cook was plotting against her, the petition arrived, Phoebe was served with papers at the cafe.
The grim faced council attorney announced that she was expected to appear before the council in four days. Never before had Phoebe experienced something like it, not even in her last life had she attended a council meeting or been tried before one.
It was all official, it felt like she was being sued and had been ordered to make a court appearance.
"What does this even mean? Do I appear with a lawyer? Where do I even go to meet this council?" She queried the man who only pointed at the brown envelope and left.
Phoebe went behind the serving counter and shared the unfortunate news with her grandmother.
"Dorothy Cook really has bitten more than she can chew this time around. I suggest that you send a team of ghosts to whip her behind." Grandma Mayfair smacked the table, veins pulsed in her neck. "Never mind, she is not worthy to be lashed by our ghosts, your father will take care of this, Do not worry about it." She added.
[That's what David said and yet the petition has still been signed and I have been served, I guess it's not going to be an easy fight.]
Phoebe's thought came to be displayed. It made old lady Mayfair think that Phoebe had no faith in the abilities of the Mayfair's.
Phoebe was more worried about her plants that had already started growing, so far things were moving on smoothly at the farm, the thought of shifting it made her upset. Finding unoccupied very fertile land in Citrus was extremely hard to find, the Saxons had gobbled most of it up.
"Pheebs, you know what, I have changed my mind." Her grandmother called. "I think you should send Sylvester and Connie to beat some sense into her empty head."
Phoebe laughed dryly. "And add onto my woes by cementing my reputation as the founding lane witch, no grandma that will not work but what I can do is make use of a secret that is damaging enough to make Dorothy lose her position in the council. I already have someone working on digging up the information. Meanwhile, Connie can go and keep an eye on her."
Connie vanished, she was determined to find out everything clean and dirty about Dorothy Cook.
"Ha! I tried my child, she's as clean as spring water but you can try, maybe you will have better luck than I did. If we damage her reputation she will stop stepping on people's heads that's for sure." Grandma Mayfair rubbed her chin.
The rattle bell chimed attracting attention, Phoebe eyes narrowed the moment Dickson walked into the cafe.