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“H. E. B. E. T. U. D. I. N. O. U. S.”<br />
“What?”<br />
“As in, you don’t have a lick a sense, Ethan Wate.”<br />
I fished the locket out of my pocket and walked over to where she was still standing by the stove. “We were out back, behind the house, and we<br />
found something,” I said, opening my hand so she could take a look. “It has an inscription inside.”<br />
The expression on Amma’s face stopped me cold. She looked like something had knocked the wind right out of her.<br />
“Amma, are you okay?” I reached for her elbow, to steady her in case she was about to faint. But she pulled her arm away before I could touch<br />
her, like she’d burned her hand on the handle of a pot.<br />
“Where did you get that?” Her voice was a whisper.<br />
“We found it in the dirt, at Ravenwood.”<br />
“You didn’t find that at Ravenwood Plantation.”<br />
“What are you talking about? Do you know who it belonged to?”<br />
“Stand right here. Don’t you move,” she instructed, rushing out of the kitchen.<br />
But I ignored her, following her to her room. It had always looked more like an apothecary than a bedroom, with a low white single bed tucked<br />
beneath rows of shelves. On the shelves were neatly stacked newspapers—Amma never threw away a finished crossword—and Mason jars full of<br />
her stock ingredients for making charms. Some were her old standards: salt, colored stones, herbs. Then there were more unusual collections, like<br />
a jar of roots and another of abandoned bird nests. The top shelf was just bottles of dirt. She was acting weird, even for Amma. I was only a couple<br />
of steps behind her, but she was already tearing through her drawers by the time I got there.<br />
“Amma, what are you—”<br />
“Didn’t I tell you to stay in the kitchen? Don’t you bring that thing in here!” she shrieked, when I took a step forward.<br />
“What are you so upset about?” She stuffed a few things I couldn’t get a look at into her tool apron, and rushed back out of the room. I caught up<br />
with her back in the kitchen. “Amma, what’s the matter?”<br />
“Take this.” She handed me a threadbare handkerchief, careful not to let her hand touch mine. “Now you wrap that thing up in here. Right now,<br />
right this second.”<br />
This was beyond going dark. She was totally losing it.<br />
“Amma—”<br />
“Do as I say, Ethan.” She never called me by my first name without my last.<br />
Once the locket was safely wrapped in the handkerchief, she calmed down a little bit. She rifled through the lower pockets of her apron, removing<br />
a small leather bag and a vial of powder. I knew enough to recognize the makings of one of her charms when I saw them. Her hand shook slightly as<br />
she poured some of the dark powder into the leather pouch. “Did you wrap it up tight?”<br />
“Yeah,” I said, expecting her to correct me for answering her so informally.<br />
“You sure?”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
“Now you put it in here.” The leather pouch was warm and smooth in my hand. “Go on now.”<br />
I dropped the offending locket into the pouch.<br />
“Tie this around it,” she instructed, handing me a piece of what looked like ordinary twine, although I knew nothing Amma used for her charms<br />
was ever ordinary, or what it seemed. “Now you take it back there, where you found it, and you bury it. Take it there straightaway.”<br />
“Amma, what’s going on?” She took a few steps forward and grabbed my chin, pushing the hair out of my eyes. For the first time since I pulled<br />
the locket out of my pocket, she looked me in the eye. We stayed that way for what seemed like the longest minute of my life. Her expression was<br />
an unfamiliar one, uncertain.<br />
“You’re not ready,” she whispered, releasing her hand.<br />
“Not ready for what?”<br />
“Do as I say. Take that bag back to where you found it and bury it. Then you come right home. I don’t want you messin’ with that girl anymore, you<br />
hear me?”