The same bell danced its merry jangle as I pushed open the door, and the crystals and stones gave off the same glowing, tingling energy as I passed them on my way to the counter. The incense was a different blend, but it still made my nose tickle and the slight musty smell of old books still lingered underneath.The music was even the same jarring fusion. I wouldn’t go as far as to say it was growing on me, but I was beginning to associate it with the eclectic madness that was Eddie Mulligan.There was something so familiar and comforting about Eddie’s shop. Unlike the stuffy, cramped little occult shops back in London, Eddie’s had the dreamy coziness edged with old world charm that one expected to find in London but never did. This was the type of shop you itched to explore. I could imagine happily losing hours in a place like this.Just like before, the counter was empty, so I went around and stuck my head out back. “Hey, Eddie! You back here?”Eddie’s cherubic face popped down from the ceiling, tufts of gray hair sticking up in all directions.
