"Do you believe in fate?"
Honey twisted in her seat, smoothing her hair with one shell pink tipped hand. "I make my own fate."
Madam Marie pursed her lips. "Do you believe you're in control of your destiny?"
Honey rolled her eyes at the woman's obtuseness. "Of course."
"Then why did you come see me?"
Honey sighed and played with the fringe on the table cloth. A crystal ball sat in the middle of the round table, it's milky glass refusing to share answers. "The reading was free and, well, to tell the truth, since Mama died, I don't really have anyone to talk to."
"Ah," Madam Marie sighed, leaning back in her chair in a jangle of silver bracelets. "You wanted a therapist."
"I'm not a therapist. But I see things."
"What sort of things?" In spite of herself, Honey was intrigued.
Madam Marie picked up a deck of brightly colored cards and shuffled them idly. "You're lonely."
"You're following a dream."
"That doesn't take ESP to know."
"You're not going to find the dream you're following."
"What?" Honey sat straight up, eyes narrowing. "Now look here, you two bit charlatan. You can't tell me I'm not going to live my dream. I worked too hard to get here to quit now."
"You're going to live your dream. Just not the dream you think you want."
"What the hell does that mean?"
Madam Marie smiled. "It means what you think it means."
Honey jumped to her feet. "This was a waste of time." Honey marched out of the room, cursing when the beaded curtain tangled with her hair. Pulling free, she slammed out of the shop, muttering under her breath.
She stepped onto the busy sidewalk and into a cement wall. Two strong hands reached out to steady her. Shaking the hair out of her face, Honey started to apologize, "I'm so -" she paused, recognition dawning. "What are you doing here?"
The man in front of her looked from her face to the sign above the door she'd just left. A slow grin grew into laughter. "You went to see a fortune teller?"
Honey jerked away, shaking her hair back and squared her shoulders. Looking down her nose at the slug who'd fired her from that stupid fairy gig, she raised one fawn colored brow. "It's none of your damn business."
Looking at her face, he doubled over with laughter. Spinning on one foot, Honey stalked down the sidewalk.
"Wait!" the man gasped through his laughter. "Stop!"
Honey ignored him and her burning cheeks.
"Blondie! I've got a job for you."
Honey paused, burying the desire to punch him in the face. A job, any job, would be preferable to what she was doing now. She stopped and slowly turned around to face him.
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