"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.
"I have to be somewhere in fifteen minutes," said the man wearing New Year's glasses. He took a small plastic horn out of his mouth and gave it an angry toot.
"Well, I was here first," a giant complained as he pushed himself to the front. He was covered in leaves and pinecones and smelled like a forest.
Tim Cratchit whistled loudly and the crowd grew silent. "Are any of you paying customers?"
"C'mon, Tim!" an enormous man in a bunny suit said. "We've been waiting all day."
"And you'll wait all night!" Tim cried. "You buggers show up anytime you please. Mr. Scrooge is a busy man and hasn't the time to waste on a bunch of penniless layabouts."
"Uh, we've got money," Granny said.
Tim's eyes searched for her in the crowd and then he smiled. "Are you alive?" Sabrina and Daphne eyed each other. "Last time I checked," Sabrina said.
"Well, I can't just take your word for it," Tim said as he accidentally pushed a button that sent the chair slamming into the desk again. "We're very busy here and we only have time for paying and living customers."
His words caused the crowd to erupt in protest.
"You want proof that we're alive?" Mr. Canis asked as he and the others approached the desk. "How do we do that?"
The boy reached over to Sabrina and Daphne and gave them both painful pinches on the arm. They yelped angrily and Daphne kicked the boy's chair.
"OK, I'm satisfied. Now, are you here for the boss's financial expertise or are you interested in his supernatural skills?"
"I'm not really sure," Granny said. "We want to ask him a few questions."
"Well, have a seat and I'll see if he can fit you in," Tim said as he began the laborious effort of turning his mechanical chair around and steering it back through the door from which he had come. When he disappeared through it, there were more loud crashes and then shouts from another, angry voice.
"Tim Cratchit! Do you have any idea how much a box of crystal balls costs these days? I didn't buy you that mechanical chair so you could race through the store trashing everything."
"Sorry, boss," Tim shouted. "You've got customers… and they're breathers!"
Suddenly, the door flew open and a thin, wiry old man in a black suit hurried into the room. His hair was bushy and white and stood up in all directions, almost as if he had been repeatedly scared out of his wits.
"So, who was next?" he said with a broad smile.
Everyone in the waiting room said, "Me!"
"Only the living people, people!" Scrooge bellowed.
"That would be us," Granny said, taking the opportunity to usher the girls and Mr. Canis forward.
"Excellent," the old man said as he gestured for the group to follow him into the back. They had to wait for Tim to get out of the doorway, but once this was accomplished, they found themselves in a room decorated in ruby and midnight-blue tapestries with fluffy pillows scattered on the floor. Incense burned in a small pot on a shelf. In the middle of the room was a round table surrounded by six high-backed chairs. The old man invited everyone to sit down and then did so himself.