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I braced ain The intensity of the air jiggled e heart

"Geraldine," I called "Geraldine!"

"Get up and go over there if you want to talk to her," hbor, Albert, said "That’s just like kids these days They all think we need to hear their yelling Lazy as I’ve ever seen"

A strange blend of excite down inside of s turned restless, ht-or-flight reflex I recognized it from the zombie and closet incident last month, but this tier

I also didn’t knohat I would choose to do

"Geraldine!"

"What is it, Penny?" she finally called "Do I have to get up?"

Blue canvas ballooned in places onbreeze It yanked at the flimsy frame "Do you feel that?"

A wolanced at e" I rubbed htning?"

Chapter Seven

The woht, stopped dead and looked upward Her daughter about-faced without hesitating In a moment, they were both headed back the way they’d coet hit because your hair stands on end And it isn’t"

"How do you know?" sohbor, a eons & Dragons "You don’t have any hair"

"I have hair on ely unconcerned with how he appeared to the custo not entirely helpful in a sales profession

"My hair is standing up on end," I replied, still feeling the tingles of my scalp

"All your hair? Even your head hair?"

I ran"No," I said in a smaller voice

"It’s probably a premonition," Geraldine said "Get out your crystals and reflect on it"

"You should know the difference between getting struck by lightning and intuition, girl," Albert said "Though I guess noe knohy you don’t get much business"

"Oh, shut up, Albert," Geraldine hollered "She doesn’t get business because her tent looks like she stole it from a homeless person, her chairs are suspect, and she sinks back into her seat instead ofto do with her ability No offense, Penny"

I frowned at the slight, but she did have a point

I clasped my hands and rested them on the table as a few more people ambled by Two, a couple, looked atin at me Another, a solitary man behind thee and wanted to compare for themselves

"I’ll bite," the , so probably his girlfriend--toward ood-natured smile, but hers was a tad brittle Jealousy, or a hatred of divinity-type folk

I doubted it was the latter, since she hadn’t worn that look before co over, so thaton trust and intihtened into a semblance of professionalis in front of the single chair and looking at his girlfriend