Page 63 of Sort of Seeing Someone

“Ah, here’s something,” she says, pointing at the chicken scratch. “It’s a recipe for a sacred smudge spray.”

“Tell me more.”

“Essentially, it cleanses unwanted energy. In your case, that could be the visions. You’d make this mixture, then spritz the affected area—I’m guessing it’d be your palms in this case. It may not be a permanent fix, but the spray coupled with some serious intention setting to block your visions temporarily…might just work.”

“I’m willing to try anything. What do I need to make it? Do you have all the ingredients here?” I ask.

“Am I your spiritual queen or am I your spiritual queen? Of course I have it all here. First, you’ll need a two-ounce glass spray bottle,” she says, handing me one from a shelf.

“Then some sage, some rosemary, and some lavender.” Angeline stacks all three in my arms.

“What else?”

“Reiki-infused essential oils.”

“Please tell me that’s it…” It feels like I’m about to buy half the store for something that may or may not help stop my visions.

“And three packs of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.”

“What do I need the candy for?”

“So I stop eating all of the inventory when the store is slow.”

I roll my eyes.

“Now what do I do with all this stuff?”

“Muddle it all together with a mortar and pestle.”

“Awhatandwhat?” I ask.

“Good god, woman. Haven’t you ever made a mojito?”

“I’m more of a screw-top wine girl. Getting a buzz shouldn’t take too much effort.”

If Yas heard me say that…

Angeline waves me on to follow her once again to another section of the store, where she adds a small, heavy bowl and something that looks like a mini baseball bat to my massive haul.

“Okay,that’sofficially everything,” she says.

I follow her back to the cash register and set everything down on the counter. She scans them in one by one and tells me my total is $98.83 with my discount. I can almost feel my brain exploding.

“What’s with the face, Moonie?”

“This face? The one of someone who just had to spend a hundred bucks so she can date a guy in the same way every othernormaltwenty-six-year-old gets to? I know I’m Chicago’s most popular woo-woo woman right now, but my god. This make me feel incredibly alone.”

“You’re not alone. You’re just special,” Angeline reminds me.

“Well is there anyone else out there who’sspecial, too?”

“I’ll put my feelers out. I have a lot more customers now because of you. I’m sure I’ll be able to sense when another person comes in here with Exexveei. And when they do, I promise to do what I can to bring the two of you together. Just be patient, Moonie. Be patient. Now let’s get back to the task at hand. When you get home, are you confident you’re going to know what to do with all this?”

“Throw it in a crockpot and make a stew, right?”

“Eeennnhhh!” Angeline’s fake buzzer noise startles me a tad. “Wrong.”

At that, she waddles her way to the front door and locks the deadbolt. She flips her “OPEN” sign to the side that says, “BE BACK SOON” and draws a shade to cover the small window that leaks a sliver of natural light into the otherwise dungeon of a store.

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