Sara closed her umbrella once she was inside the warm, dry entrance of her apartment building. “Sara,” called a whining voice that unfortunately she knew all too well. She schooled her features before Mattie Webb approached, using her emotionless, nonjudgmental psychic face. “What happened the other night?” Mattie demanded. “You went into this crazy trance and it went on and on. I finally left.” “Geez, so nice of you to not check and make sure it wasn’t a seizure.” Mattie flushed. “I’m not a nurse. I want my money back.” “Why? I did your reading. It’s not my fault you left and didn’t hear it.” Mattie’s mouth dropped. “You little bitch. There’s a better psychic in town anyway.” “Great. Go find him.” Mattie turned on her heel and stomped off and Sara shook the last droplets of moisture off before heading up to the elevators herself. She showered to get ready for her dinner with Beau. It was early, but at least she wouldn’t be running behind. Once she was warm and dry again, Sara decided to light a few candles and finish the psychic reading she’d started for Mattie.
