When we last left Kelley, she had given in to a temper tantrum that had nearly destroyed what was left of Soapies. Theodora saw no other alternative than to call for Bronson who immediately appeared and took charge of the situation. He left only after verifying that Kelley was once again in full control of her emotions before he POOFED! away in his usual purple cloud. Theodora sat down by her side and together they sat in silence.
Everything was in its place but the day was ruined. No Gathering! And worst of all, no one would ever come to a future event after this disaster. Kelley sighed deeply and was turning to hug Theodora when the door opened and through it came the Gathering attendees! Everyone was clean and smiling and greeted Kelley as they expressed great eagerness for the Gathering to begin. Kelley looked at Theodora in confusion but Theodora just winked at her and with the other “shop assistants” went to greet the attendees.
(You’re dying to know, I’m sure — what the heck happened?? Well, while Kelley and Theodora had sat in the shop, Bronson had gone to the town square with a few other fairies and set up a cleaning station where the attendees were able to clean themselves off. But in that water was something a bit special that also cleared their minds of all that had happened. And so they emerged clean with the delicious, delicate fragrance of honeysuckle, oranges, and lavender clinging to their clothing. Ready and eager to attend the first ever Soapies Gathering! Thankfully, forgetting all about the previous horror of the day.)
With a mental note to thank Bronson, Kelley greeted her guests and the day ended up a smashing success. In fact, it was SO much of a success that plans were made to do a Gathering every quarter and as the tired but happy attendees filed out, clutching their divine handmade goods and products they had made themselves, all had signed up for the next event and were eager to travel back to their home towns and tell their friends and family about their wonderful time at Soapies!
As the Gathering drew to a close, Bronson stood in the driveway of Grismela’s farm and looked intently at the house. Grismelda sat in a rocking chair in the living room, cackling nastily to herself as she thought of how her plotting would have ruined Kelley’s day. Rancid pig fat – what a clever idea! She rocked as she laughed and laughed and outside, clouds began to form in the sky above Bronson as he stared at the house, listening to the cackling inside. With a wave of his hands, a powerful wind tore through the fields and hit the house with an earth-shattering BANG! And just like that, the house vanished and with it, the wind and clouds. The stars twinkled cheerfully in the sky above the now empty plot where the house once stood. Bronson nodded firmly, dusted off his hands, tossed his hat into the air, and began to skip down the road. His work here was finished.
Inside the house however, it was sheer terror. In an instant, the candlelight was gone, replaced by a rank, thick dark that seemed to be alive. Grismelda screamed in panic as she tried to find the door, to no avail. She was trapped. Trapped in the dark with no possible way out. The house shuddered and moaned as she ran around the room, blinded by the dark and screaming until she was collapsed onto the floor in a dead faint.
Oh, too bad for her! Let’s not shed one tear on her behalf, ok? Bronson won’t be leaving her there forever…