Two people stood expectantly in the queue and only one psychic was left in the booths. Rosie. Damn! I doubled over to catch my breath and looked up as a woman in a white cheesecloth dress approached me. “Are you okay, madam?” I exhaled my disappointment and scrunched up my lips. “I was really hoping to see Liliana. She’s not simply out back is she?” The woman shook her head. “I’m sorry. Liliana has left for the day.” “Do you have her number, can I call her?” “I’m sorry madam, we’re not at liberty to disclose our psychics’ personal phone numbers.” The woman went to walk away, but stopped. “Oh, you’re not Kelli by any chance, are you?” “Yes, that’s me. Why?” The woman scurried off to the sales counter and back again with a small card in hand. “Here, Liliana said to give this to you if you came back.” My eyes fled to the card as I plucked it from her hand.
