Thérèse creates candles of all shapes, sizes and colors, and scents them to perfecton. She doesn’t charge for them. Certainly not! In fact she makes each candle for a specific individual and gives it away. For Bachelor Tom – a deep red, patchouli-scented tintillation candle. He married three months ago. For Sterile Beatrice – a half-blue, half-pink, rose-scented fertility candle. Today Bea’s house bursts with rollicking children.
But not all Thérèse’s candles come as a blessing. No indeed! For wicked Mrs. Tuttle – a satin-black candle filled with cat hair and scented with turpentine. Mrs. Tuttle sneezed to death last week.
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Up From the Ashes 