Page 7 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming
“Great. Do you want to go in as a group?”
“Yes, please.” Lyric says.
“Okay, for a party of four, a twenty-minute reading would be best.”
“Sounds good.” Lyric nods.
“Excellent. That will be two hundred dollars.”
“For twenty minutes?” Bridget exclaims.
Her shocked expression makes the woman at the register laugh.
“I assure you it’s worth every penny.”
“It’s fine, Bridge. Big Head is paying for it.” Lyric chimes in.
Lyric hands her Big Head’s company credit card.
After the transaction goes through, the woman smiles.
“Thank you. Now, please follow me.”
She leads them down a hallway.
Lyric spots a room where the wall is covered in pictures and postcards.
“Is that a wall of success stories?” she asks.
The woman turns and nods grinning. “Yes. We call it the miracles manifested room. Every postcard and picture are of someone who found their true loves or got new jobs. They all experienced new and exciting changes in their lives.”
“Those were a lot of pictures. I guess that’s a good sign.” Suchi remarks.
The woman turns and faces them with her back to a closed door. “It is. This is where I leave you now, ladies. Remember to go in with an open mind.”
The woman walks back to the front of the shop.
Lyric reaches for the door when it opens.
A beautiful, young dark-skinned woman with long straight hair smiles at them.
“Welcome. I am Ukweli. Please do come in.”
The ladies sit around Ukweli’s table.
The room is small but manages to accommodate a table and chairs for the ladies and Ukweli to sit down comfortably. A linen showing constellations matching the décor of the room covers the table. Crystals are placed throughout the small space.
“What are these crystals?” Suchi asks.
“Amethyst geode to focus my intuition and quartz unicorn to help clients take in the message. How may I help you ladies today?”
“We paid for a twenty-minute group reading. We want to know what the new year has in store for us.” Lyric answers.
“Perfect. That means five minutes for each of you. Which of you would like to go first?”
Lyric raises her hand. “I’ll go.”
Ukweli pulls out a tarot deck and shuffles the cards. She fans them out on the table.
