Even when Cody e-mails me again, asking about what our booth will be at Samhain, images from my dream linger. I want to tell him about the dream, but I don’t even understand it myself. I tell Cody he’ll have to wait until the celebration to find out because the Crafters have decided to keep it a secret. We’re sitting in the dining room, finishing lunch, when Missy stops at our seats. “Hey, Jo,” she says, “Can I sit here with you? I wanted to show you some of my drawings.” Jo was elected to oversee the creation of the tattoos for each gift. She’s a great artist, but she can’t draw them all and teach us how to draw them all by herself, so she asked for some help, and Missy was the first to offer. They look over the drawings, and it’s obvious Jo approves. “Look, Ivy,” says Jo, passing a sheet of paper to her. “This will be yours.” I look at the paper as Ivy inspects it.
