Cassandra came into the room, took one look at Malpha and knew what she was thinking. “Pity party?” she asked. “Is it pot luck?” Malpha, engrossed in her own misery, didn’t notice Cassandra at first. “What? Oh, it’s you. Did you ask me something?” “It doesn’t matter; I was just being snarky. Everything is going to be okay, you know. Seer girl, remember?” asked Cassandra. “I believe you, Cassandra. I also know the future can be changed,” said Malpha. “Yes, it can, by you. You need to decide what type of relationship you intend to have and then work toward making it your reality. My mom gave me this advice a long time ago and I didn’t listen. I don’t think I even understood what she meant. I do now and it was good advice. You aren’t an idiot, so you already know that,” said Cassandra. “Thank you,” Malpha said in a dry voice.
