Page 39 of Tangled Up In You

"At nine. Phoebe taught the class before she opened the store at ten. She was trying to get Elaine to come back and teach, but I don't know what happened with that," Delores added.

"Elaine?"

"Elaine Bascomb. She used to teach a bunch of classes here, but she had a baby a few months ago and took time off."

She made a mental note to check in with Elaine and see if she was ready to come back. "Well, until I can find another instructor, I will teach the class at nine on Wednesday. I'm not sure what equipment we have. I haven't had time to check out the studio yet."

"Oh, we all have our own mats, belts, and blocks," Delores said, dismissing her concern. "Thank you so much. I'm sure you have your hands full."

"I do. But I'm making progress."

"It was so sad about Phoebe," Delores added, her smile dimming. "She knew something bad was coming."

"What do you mean?"

"Our last yoga class was the day before she died. Phoebe was feeling down. She'd just lost her friend, Caroline, and she said that she felt like more trouble was coming." Delores paused. "She also called me that morning, around eleven. I didn't pick up the phone. I was at the market. She left me a voicemail, and she sounded shaken. She said she thought she might need some help. By the time I called her back, she was…" Delores's mouth drew into a tight line. "I'll regret that I didn't pick up that call for the rest of my days."

"There was nothing you could have done," Bea said. "Phoebe had a heart attack."

"Maybe because she was stressed about some problem," Delores said.

"But that's not on you," Grace told her friend. "Let it go."

"I'm trying," Delores replied. "But I can't get it out of my head."

And she couldn't get Delores's words out of her head.Phoebe had known there was trouble coming? But what was the trouble?It had to be tied to the break-ins.

"Phoebe was such a wonderful person, so kind and caring," Grace added. "She helped people improve their lives. I know she wasn't a witch, but she got the three of us to do yoga. I'm still not convinced she didn't put a spell on us." Grace paused as Jackie Hunt came out of her store and started down the sidewalk. "Uh-oh," she said under her breath. "Here comes the bad witch."

"What's going on? I heard there was another robbery," Jackie said sharply and loudly.

"A robbery?" Delores echoed, turning to Molly. "Someone broke in here?"

"Yes, but I don't think anything was taken."

"Or you just won't admit to it," Jackie said, sending her a suspicious look. "I know Phoebe was selling drugs."

"She wasn't selling drugs," Molly said firmly. "You need to stop spreading that rumor."

"Well, that's the second break-in since Phoebe died. You'd be wise to cut your losses and sell the store. I have a friend who's a developer. He'd like to talk to you," Jackie said, holding out a business card.

She reluctantly took it. "I'm not interested in selling. Phoebe wanted me to keep her business going."

"She's right, Jackie," Delores put in, then turned to her. "Phoebe would want you to keep it running, Molly."

"It meant so much to her," Bea said. "And the town needs this place."

"Don't be ridiculous," Jackie said. "No one needs this place."

"We do. We're taking yoga on Wednesday," Grace said. "You should try it, Jackie. It might calm you down."

"I am very calm," Jackie said hotly. "And I'm too smart to be taken in by Phoebe's snake-oil cures. I'm surprised the three of you don't have more sense."

With that, Jackie turned around and stormed back to her shop.

"She really should take some yoga," Delores said. "It might help get that stick out of her butt."

Molly smiled at her words.

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