It helped that Ann Marie seemed sufficiently awestruck by Violet’s ability to name her profession and pinpoint the fact that Ann Marie had left her last job after an obsessed male student began stalking her. It probably didn’t help that Violet was even more awestruck than her client. Even so, Ann Marie tipped generously at the end and promised to book another full-moon reading the next month. “Psychics are just so powerful at that time, don’t you think?” Ann Marie asked. Violet only nodded, still too stunned to even stand up and see Ann Marie to the door. When the woman was gone, Violet reached into the drawer and picked up a spiral notebook and pen. Her hands were still shaking, and she glanced over at the door to make sure she was alone. Okay, this was ridiculous. Really, there was no way— “Love in an Elevator,” Violet wrote. She frowned down at the paper.
