My grandmother came later in the evening. The sun had begun to set already. She smiled at me before pinching my cheek and beckoning me to sit next to her. 

"A gift for you," she said, pulling a small box wrapped with white ribbon from her pocket. She held it out for me and I gladly took it with a smile. When I opened it, it was a small necklace made of silver, with moonstones in it. 

"Against evil and to keep calm in the family, I had a priest at the village bless it," she said gleefully, punctuating the remedy's effects with movements of her hand. I smiled, bowing my head in gratitude, which she gladly accepted, ruffling my hand and saying a small blessing. 

We heard a small commotion and saw my husband being pulled away from a smaller man. Drunken, but his father was deeply annoyed with his antics. He turned and looked at the man and shot him a wink before his father hit him over the head and pulled him to the side to argue. I heard my grandmother scoff:

"Wicked, wear it tomorrow starting from the evening when the moon rises. You will see a change, I promise," she said sternly. My mother came to the table and brought two small bowls of gelato. She put one in front of my grandmother and one in front of me before sitting down. She hadn't seen the antics, but the look in my grandmother's eyes told her everything. 

I didn't know how to feel. My stomach felt tight, but there was a strange silence in my thoughts. The heat had broken, but now it was replace with an eerie cold.

A/N: 

I don't know if remedies are a part of every culture, I think they might be? In my family, at least, we did have a few superstitions tied to things and how things are best done to ensure xyz. I know this chapter is a bit shorter, but I'm working through the drafts to try and edit the mistakes, and pump out something of a narrative. One particular theme I wanted to carry over was the idea of survival, a lot of the remedies have the idea of preventative measure