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“It’s her” Sacha nods her head toward the slender woman with olive skin, dark hair, and a simple black dress Seated in a red fold-out chair, she blends in with the others pedaling their wares There’s no fanfare, only a beautifully drawn chalkboard with a gypsy woman inside a crystal ball, and her prices

She sether Romani

“Cos me the three feet to the woman

Doesn’t she know fate and me are on the outs due to her heavy-handed treatment of my life?

“Hello, my friends My naht”

“How much?” I ask

“For Louella Esçhete and Sacha Morel, free of charge”

“Job perks,” Sacha crows

She flashes a rakish grin full of e Clairvoyants have always been a bit spooky toquality Because not only do they look at you like they see inside your soul, there’s a huge possibility they just ht

Sacha lowers herself into the chair first, and I sit beside her “What kind of reading would you like?”

“I’ll let you pick,” Sacha says with a shrug

“You like to go with the flow Continue that habit It will take you to places you’ve never drea before” She pulls a worn but well-cared for set of cards froular objects radiate a power all their own

“These have been in my family for centuries, and they always read true I use thehtly faded and dappled around the edges, the beige cards have thinned over time I hold my breath as she moves the stack forward over her black velvet table cover

Sacha sucks in her breath when she touches the card

“They’re saying hello,” Sabrina says “I want you to cut the deck two ti your ht”