Page 53 of Do Not Disturb
“Hi.” My voice cracks unexpectedly and I clear my throat. “You do… fortune-telling?”
She nods and gestures at the folding chair across from her. “Please have a seat.”
I hand over my three tickets, which she stuffs into the purple robe she’s wearing. I study her features, partially obscured by the shadows. I can’t tell how old she is. She could be twenty or she could be sixty. It’s so strange.
“My name is Naomi,” she says.
“I’m Rosalie.”
“That’s a pretty name.” Her black eyes flit down to my left hand. “And that’s a pretty ring.”
I squeeze my left hand into a fist subconsciously. The diamond is tiny—all we could afford—but I love it. “Yes. Thank you.”
“He is a good man.” She says it like it isn’t a question. “At least, you believe he is a good man.”
“He is,” I say, with fierce loyalty.
Something almost resembling a smile touches Naomi’s lips. “We shall see.”
She picks up a deck of Tarot cards. I’ve seen Tarot cards before, but I’ve never had my fortune read before. I know the whole thing is silly, but my stomach churns. I wish I had stayed outside and cheered Nick on while he won me another prize (or failed to win me another prize).
She lays three cards out on the table. She stares down at the cards for a moment, her fingers lingering on the middle card, which is a tower on fire after being struck by lightning, with two men hurling downward to their death. I know nothing about Tarot cards, but this doesn’t look good.
“What?” I say.
“This is The Tower,” she says. “It means you will have a life altering revelation. One that will leave you blindsided.”
I shake my head. “Like what?”
Maybe I’m pregnant. My period isn’t due till next week, but I forgot to take my pill a couple of nights this month. Nick would love that.
Naomi touches the rightmost card. This one is even more disturbing. It’s a picture of a knight riding a horse with a dead person below the horse’s feet. Except the knight’s helmet is raised and you can see it is actually a skeleton. I can make out the word on the card.
Death.
Naomi raises her eyes sharply. She grabs my wrist with fingers that are as cold as the skeleton on the card.
“Rosalie,” she hisses. “You must not marry that man.”
“What?” I try to yank my hand away, but she’s holding on tight. “What are you talking about?”
“Please.” Her black eyes lock with mine. “You must listen to me. You think this man will bring you happiness, but he won’t. He will bring death into your life.”
“Death?” I repeat. “You mean… he’s going todie?”
The thought of Nick dying is like a hand squeezing my heart. I can’t imagine my life without him.
“No,” she says firmly. “He will not die. He will bring the death of another.”
“You mean…” My head is spinning. “He’s going to kill someone?”
She is silent. She releases my hand, but I’m too stunned to move.
“God.” I shake my head. This is preposterous. I don’t believe in this stuff, but there’s something about this woman… “You don’t know Nick. He’s a good guy. And he is… He wouldneverhurt anyone. Ever. And… I love him. Alot.”
“But that will change.”
“No, itwon’t.” I glare down at the cards in front of her. “So basically, you flip over a tower and a skeleton, and then you say that my fiancé is a murderer? This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
