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Still fixated on Jonny, she pulled open the door and stepped into a winter wonderland
The snowflakes on her cheeks were like little kisses Pandy laughed aloud and began running She ran the block and a half to Houston Street, where she stopped, panting The run had raised her teer felt cold
The snow, on the other hand, was deceptive It was heavier than it looked It was the kind of snow that caused heart attacks when men tried to shovel their driveways
The light changed, and she walked briskly across the six lanes of Houston Street At least the poas still on Reaching the other side, Pandy realized that she should call Henry, who lived only a few blocks away She ought to at least inforht be adventurous, but she wasn’t stupid
Taking off one glove, she tried to call hinal The satellite one out She zipped the phone back into her pocket and plowed up MacDougal Street in the direction of Henry’s apartment until she was forced to stop and catch her breath With a laugh, she realized she was standing in front of
a psychic shop—which reminded her of MJ, which naturally reminded her of Jonny Pandy peered into the shop It was e of tarot cards taped to the
The dark handsome man in the middle—he was the Sword Prince, and therefore, Jonny, Pandy decided Above Jonny was a Coins card Pandy smiled; that would be the h Priestess And the E woman in white who represented sex, would be SondraBeth Schnowzer, Pandy thought with a start
Pandy stomped her feet to knock the snow off her boots Why should she care about SondraBeth Schnowzer? She didn’t need SondraBeth or Doug—who “soul mates”
Not only did she have a huge contract for a new book, but she potentially had one of New York’s ible bachelors on the line “Take that, ling her gloved fingers at the card She was becoiddy She remembered how she and Hellenor used to warn each other of the dangers of too , and then you lay down and went to sleep
And then you froze to death
A gust of hipped around the corner, sending shards of ice into her face Pandy ca? She looked up MacDougal It was a picture-perfect snow scene, save for one thing that was : people Was she truly the only person in Manhattan as crazy enough to be out in this stora?
No, she thought, grabbing on to the nearest laust She could not be the woman ent out in a blizzard to stalk Jonny What if so? She’d be all over the news People would claim she was crazy
On the other hand, ould really happen next was so predictable: She would go to Henry’s, and she wouldn’t see Jonny after all By the ti, she and Jonny would be sed by the deht reet together, and then years would pass Soh about how they had alht
But it isn’t just that, she realized, bending her head against the snow and pulling the hood closed in front of her face It’s about not having the courage to have a relationship anymore
She battled forward into the stor inexplicably sad