Never Again, Seriously by Forrest Steele

Author:Forrest Steele [Steele, Forrest]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781480867482
Publisher: Archway Publishing
Published: 2018-09-19T04:00:00+00:00

A bell tinkled as Vicki entered the little house. She scanned the shop and drew into her nostrils a potpourri of cloying scents, overlaid by vanilla. Candles, oils, music CDs, books, and other offerings, mainly occult, crowded the countertops. Her attention turned to a pendant, finely crafted on a round gold base, gold wire inlaid along the perimeter of a mother-of-pearl pentagram. The shifting pastels soothed her. Soft harp music played over unseen speakers.

A beaded curtain parted, and a woman emerged. Her head was a nest of red curls, and the white skin of her neck contrasted with the orangey color of makeup at the border of her jaw. Magenta lipstick bled into the creases around her lips. Around sixty years old and overweight, she moved like a younger and lighter person. She wore a floor-length caftan with an elaborate geometric design of red, yellow, deep green, deep blue, and light blue.

“Hello. I’m Reverend JoAn. You can call me JoAn.” She pronounced it “Joe-Ann.”

“My name’s Vicki.”

“Vicki, would you like a reading today?”

Vicki hesitated.

“I feel you have a need to explore some things, so I’ll discount my usual rate for you, to fifty instead of sixty.”

Vicki’s head turned to the door, and JoAn said, “Tell you what. If you deem the reading to be unhelpful in the first ten minutes, we’ll stop, and I’ll give you back your money. I prefer cash in advance—is that all right?”

Vicki dug the money from her purse and handed it to her.

After putting the money in a teapot, JoAn led Vicki through the beaded curtain into a kitchen. Above a brick-colored countertop, maple cabinets covered one wall. A window with a small sink below it looked out into a garden. Worn linoleum, printed to simulate inlaid tile, covered the floor. In the middle of the room was a tubular chrome chair with green padding on the back, seat, and armrests. JoAn gestured for Vicki to be seated while she went over and leaned against the counter next to a bar stool, also chrome.

The woman regarded Vicki with a warm smile and raised her hands as though holding a beach ball. She slowly circled Vicki three times. The shuffling sound made Vicki wonder if JoAn wore slippers. She stood facing Vicki, hands still in the air, and spoke in a muted voice, almost a whisper.

“This is your first reading ever, correct?”

Vicki nodded, and the psychic murmured, “You take care of yourself, and you dress very well.

“You’re agreeable but not to the point of compromising your integrity. I think you have a wild side as well.”

She moved her open hands in a figure-eight pattern. “I’m going to tell you what to expect. I already feel your energy, some positive, some not. Tuning into this will allow me to talk to you about your past and your future. I’m not sure about spirit contact. Part of this depends on how open you are, and part of it depends on the particular spirit or spirits. Sometimes they don’t cooperate.”

Vicki crossed her ankles, her hands resting on the arms of the chair.

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