Fiddle When I Can, Work When I Should

To quote, Charles Dickens, (and who doesn’t ☺), ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.’  There were plenty of people in the small community who lived in fear, after realizing Misfit Molly’s Journals and Ledgers outlasted her.  Did she, could she, have something about…. them?  After all, truth be known, everyone has secrets that they do not want to see the light of day.  This place was a hotbed of the inappropriate and unfortunate.

Remember all those years ago Miss-I-Never-Did-Anything-Wrong-In-My-Life left town in a hurry?  You know there were rumors….like she left pudgy and came back thin.  Now, she was all legitimate, married to Mr. Investment Banker. Suppose he knew about it? Suppose it was foreseen and recorded accordingly in Misfit Molly’s journal? Shame. Shame. Double Shame!

And did you hear about the time, years ago, when the flag was removed from the local high school, then lit on fire?  Boyhood hi-jinx or treason, do you think?  The police were perplexed. No charges were laid.  Still, the talk was it was the captain of the team, who now happens to be….. our sanctimonious, law-abiding Mayor.  Do you suppose the Secret Scryers Society had been able to solve that mystery, even if the local police couldn’t?

What about the Fancy-Pants-Family, whose kids were too good to go to the local schools? Nah, they were sent to private schools where they lived on campus.   Where did the parents get all their flashy money? Were they part of an organized crime family?  Or maybe they were part of Witness Protection Services, buried so deep in the woods, even the bad guys would not find them? … Betcha the Secret Scryers Society could tell us the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Ah, but the locals knew. Without a doubt that magic pond, with  its smooth surface, shaded by the century old fir trees held secrets that only could be revealed to those with The Gift. And how delightfully rich it was to find out that Misfit Molly had found her road to infamy and was able to  get the attention in death, never bestowed upon her in life.

It was time to read those ledgers….but there is always someone taking the very joy out of your living.  It seemed the Secret Scryers Society was taking the town to court, trying to get an injunction in place to deny the town folk the right to read the Journals….something about a person’s right to privacy in life, in death, in death after life.  But never Kid a Kidder.  Everyone knew that the Secret Scryers Society did not give a fiddle about Misfit Molly.  No, they were all about the cause.  A lot of folks started to realize, it would be a long, protracted, bitter battle, with lots of scrying along the way, before the proof was in the pudding.

But, hey, biding their time is a specialty in a one horse town. Sooner or later, Pandora’s Box would open. The good and the bad would hover over them to free the innocent  and to smother the guilty. It was worth the wait, even if it took till Kingdom come!