"Your Uncle Jacob says everything is well," Granny said.
"Has he found a way to wake up Mom and Dad?" Sabrina asked, hopefully.
Granny shook her head. "He said he was trying every magical potion we have in the house. Unfortunately, he's had to abandon the place for a couple of days."
"Why? What happened?"
"He made the mistake of giving Elvis a plate of sausage."
Giving their dog Elvis sausage was a big no-no. It did bad things to the two-hundred-pound Great Dane. Very bad, very smelly things. The last time Daphne had given him sausage they'd almost had to move.
"I miss Elvis," the little girl said. She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her protruding belly. "Look at me. I'm having a baby. I'm going to name him Number 15 with Egg Roll."
Granny laughed.
"Liebling, you've got food all down the front of your shirt. Let me take you into the bathroom and clean you up."
Daphne shrugged as if she didn't care but followed the old woman anyway.
"I believe I would like to wash my hands," Mr. Canis said, and got up as well. Unfortunately, that left Sabrina and Moth alone. Sabrina tried to ignore the fairy girl but Moth's angry eyes were boring into her.
"Let's make something clear, human," Moth said. "If you attempt to interfere in my relationship with Puck you will regret it. He is my fiancee!"
"Listen, I don't want your fiancee. I'm eleven. I'm not even allowed to have a boyfriend, so when Puck finally crawls out of his icky ball you can be sure he's all yours."
"You do not love him?" Moth said.
"NO!" Sabrina said a little too loudly. She looked around the room and felt every eye on her, including those of Mr. Canis, who was waiting in line for the bathroom. He had a smile on his face, but when she shot him an angry look it disappeared, and he went back to studying the ceiling.
"I do not want anything to confuse Puck when he finally reconsiders Oberon's choice," Moth said.
"What are you talking about? What is Oberon's choice?"
"Me,
I am Oberon's choice. He selected me to be Puck's bride," Moth said.
"What do you mean he selected you?"
"It's called the father's privilege. Fairy fathers choose their son's mates."
"Oh, I bet Puck loved that! I wish I could have seen his face when his dad made that announcement!"
Moth snarled, and Sabrina realized the girl took the subject very seriously.
"So then what happened?" Sabrina asked.
"The prince was confused…"
"You mean he dumped you," Sabrina said.
"He made a mistake and, unfortunately, his father punished him for it. Puck was banished from Faerie. That was more than ten years ago and we hadn't heard from him… until yesterday," Moth said.
"He's been stuck in Ferryport Landing. It's like a big roach motel. You can check in but you can't check out," Sabrina said. "From what I know of him you shouldn't be too upset he left. Puck would drive you crazy. You're better off without him."
"How dare you!" Moth cried. "King Puck is a great fairy."
"Sorry," Sabrina said. "But I have to ask you, if he left town to avoid getting married once, why do you think things are going to be different this time?"
Moth snarled but said nothing.
"Well, I hope it works out for you," Sabrina said sarcastically. "The Trickster King is a real catch."
The two girls sat in silence until the others returned to the table.
"Who wants some lychee ice cream?" Daphne cried. "You're still hungry?" Mr. Canis asked. "I'm still awake, aren't I?"
While everyone looked over the dessert menu, Sabrina took her mother's little pink wallet out of her pocket and flipped it open. She stole a peek at her mom's picture. Just then she noticed a small flap hidden behind the photo. She opened it, stuck her fingers inside, and pulled out an oddly colored business card. It was dark blue and covered in little moons and stars and had an inscription:
Scrooges Financial and Spiritual Advice Affordable Rates! 18 West 18th Street Voted Best Psychic by
Time Out New York
Magazine
Sabrina flipped the card over and discovered handwriting on the other side.
Veronica, stop by anytime. I owe you one! E. Scrooge
"What did you find?" Granny Relda asked.
"Just some old business card in my mother's wallet," Sabrina said, handing it over. "I think it's for a psychic or something."
Granny read the inscription and a big grin filled her face. "Sabrina, for someone who doesn't want to be a detective you're very good at it. You just found an important clue!"
Sabrina was dumbfounded. "Clue? It's just a card for some scam artist."
"Maybe, maybe not," the old woman said, waving the card like it was a winning lottery ticket. "But whether he's the real deal doesn't matter. What's important is that he's an Everafter and we've got his address!"
Daphne took the card and read the inscription. "What makes you think he's an Everafter?"
"Look at the name on the card-E. Scrooge!"
"Yeah, so?" Sabrina said.
"E. Scrooge… as in Ebenezer Scrooge," Granny said. "The guy from
A Christmas Carol?"
Daphne said as she prepared her palm for biting. "The one and only," Granny said. Daphne bit down hard.
Eighteenth Street was a pothole-riddled road in a part of town called Chelsea. As the group made their way to Scrooge's shop, they passed an art supply store, a vintage record outlet, a children's bookstore, and several places where a person could buy mannequins and sewing machine parts. Scrooge's Financial and Spiritual Advice was in the middle of the block. In the grimy window was an enormous green-neon sign with an eye that blinked every few moments below the words SPIRITS AND SAVINGS BONDS.
Sabrina studied the sign for a moment, running through everything she knew about Scrooge in her mind. Charles Dickens had documented the story: A greedy businessman was visited by the ghosts of Christmas. She had seen the musical at Madison Square Garden when she was little and clearly remembered Scrooge as a nasty old man.
The waiting room was crowded with some of the strangest people Sabrina had ever seen. They wore what could only be called holiday-themed costumes, from every holiday imaginable-patriotic uniforms with sparklers, bright emerald suits covered in shamrocks, turkey costumes, cupid outfits-there was even a guy wearing a big paper top hat and a pair of glasses that read HAPPY NEW YEAR.'
The family approached an empty desk at the far end of the room. A little sign on top read TIM CRATCHIT. Next to it was a silver bell with another sign that read RING BELL FOR SERVICE. Granny tapped it lightly, sending a chiming sound into the air.
"I'll be right out!" a voice shouted from behind a closed door near the desk. The voice was followed by a mechanical sound, like an engine, and another noise, like something heavy had crashed into a box of fine china. Moments later, a kid with a round face and freckles appeared in the doorway on a motorized chair. He seemed to have no control over the machine and he repeatedly slammed it into the doorframe. After several minutes of labored backing up, and then failed efforts to roll forward, he finally got the chair through the narrow doorway. Unfortunately, his problems didn't stop there. Once he entered the room, he slammed the chair into the desk and sent it crashing to the floor.
"Blast it!" the kid shouted in a thick English accent. He tried to pull the desk upright and nearly tipped himself onto the floor in the process. Exhausted just from watching him, Sabrina stepped in and lifted the desk upright. Once the boy was comfortably situated, the waiting room crowd rushed forward, jostling the investigators to the back of the line. Everyone began arguing at once.