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present should I choose?   Or do I just sit here and wait for them to telepathically receive the message?”
    “I’m starting to regret telling you I missed you!   Go to that lady over there...the one with the pink hair.   She read mine last week and she’s good!”
    He was stunned.   “Are you serious?   You come here to get your palm read?”
    “Not usually.   She works in a shop over on Ursulines, too.”
    “It was more about the palm reading itself, Ophelia, than the location,” he scolded.   “You know this stuff is just bullshit, right?”
    “It’s entertainment! Now go and be entertained,”
    Sighing, Vincent stood and headed towards the table draped with purple satin and gold tassels.   It looked like it belonged inside a lamp on ‘I Dream of Jeannie’.  
    Folding his tall frame into the metal chair, he faced the psychic with the shock of bright pink hair and facial piercings that he couldn’t name.   “My friend insisted that I come here and get my fortune told.” His skepticism was evident in his tone.  
    “Your friend,” she observed.   “You have a very loose definition of friendship.”
    Vincent didn’t even flinch.   It was very possible that she’d seen them walking together, possibly even overheard parts of their conversation.   The tension between himself and Ophelia wouldn’t have been hard to pick up on.   “How much?”
    “Fifty for me to lie to your face.   Seventy five if you want truth.”
    She’d definitely been eavesdropping, he thought, but he gave her points for theatricality.   Pulling a hundred from his wallet, he passed it to her.   “Give me a good story to share with my friend and we’ll call it even.”   He watched her pocket the money and then tensed as she reached for his hand.   She turned it over in hers, and he kept his gaze focused intently on her face.
    Her fingers traced every line of his palm.   “You have a very dark past. Lots of anger, violence—and pain.   You lost someone very close to you.”
    “I thought this was supposed to be fun?”
    She glanced up at him and her eyes were surprisingly kind.   “You had to watch someone you loved die horribly, with pain and fear—and betrayal.   Now you’re losing someone else, and you’re unsteady.   The waters keep getting muddied with other things. Problems with your work, with someone who covets what you have.”
    Vincent’s gaze narrowed, a muscle in his jaw ticking, as he listened to her.   “I’m impressed, but so far, all you’ve gotten are some vague coincidences and pretty basic deductive reasoning.”
    “I wasn’t trying to impress you. Just letting you know what I see. You’re siblings have journeys of their own coming, but your journey might be the greatest of all.   I see marriage in your future, even though you do not.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “And now you’re losing me.”
    “Only because I’m telling you about what will be, rather than what has already passed...or what you want to hear.   You aren’t like him.   This dark man from your past. You’re more like the other one.”
    “The other one?” he demanded, feeling more than a little unsettled by her.  
    “The one who’s sick now.   He’ll be gone very soon, and then everything else will be set in motion,” she said cryptically.   “You need to open yourself to the possibilities.   Let go of the fear and embrace the idea that you can have what you want the most.”
    Vincent rose.   He’d heard enough.   It was all well scripted mumbo jumbo.   The fact that she’d hit a few things had been nothing but coincidence, he decided.   “Thanks for the advice. I’ll keep it in mind.”
    “No you won’t.   You’ll put it as far from your thoughts as possible, but it will all creep back in when it needs to,” she said with a smile.   “Thank you for the tip.   I can go home early now.”
    “Glad to be of service,” he replied sarcastically as he walked back to the bench where