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"Okay," Clarissa accepts the makeshift necklace, "But can I ask if you have anything for pesky animals?"

"Pesky how?" The herbalist frowns, "I don't sell anything that kills."

"I would never want that!" the gasped, "We just have a few neighbor cats that steal food from ours, and it's getting expensive."

"Ah, a repellent." The herbalist quickly moved to a shelf behind the counter to grab a small empty jar. Into it she carefully measured 4 different powders that Clarissa could not discern."Mix this with a generous amount of your cat's shed hair and water, then line the area that is troubling you. Is it a pet door, or does your cat eat outside?"

"A pet door, yes." Mrs. Bell also took the jar as it was handed to her, "How much do I owe you for this?"

"Three dollars even."

Mrs. Bell couldn't tell if she was drastically over or under paying for such a thing. She shook her head and paid the woman, feeling only a little foolish. She wanted to believe the success stories she'd been hearing. Before she left, she had an overwhelming urge to ask why Robert was here.