“You’re kidding, right?” I said.
“Nope, true story.”
“But why the hell would someone with a college degree sit in a market square and read people’s fortunes?”
“To make money. She has a mortgage to pay.”
“But couldn’t she make more money using her college degree?”
“Maybe, but she made enough for the down payment of this house and she’s determined to never ask her family for anything.” Cia sighed. “Violet is… unique.”
“You mean weird.”
She shrugged. “Definitely weird, but I like her.”
I nodded. “For what it’s worth, I’m impressed that she’s living life on her own terms. I mean I don’t understand why she would choose this line of work, but at least she’s living out her dream.”
“Yeah… I agree,” Cia said and fiddled with her hands.
“So what now?” I asked Cia and turned off the engine.
Cia unbuckled her seat belt and turned her body to me. “I don’t know. What do you suggest?”
“I think you know what I want.”
“What?”
“I want you to go in and pack your things and come home with me,” I said and even while saying the words I was mentally slamming my forehead.What part of take it slow is so hard for me to understand?
Cia looked up at the house and then back to me.
“I think I need to process this all. How about I call you tomorrow? Bruce and I are talking tonight.”
“You still do weekly sessions?”
“No, we only talk every two weeks now.”
“Good.”
There was a moment of awkward silence between us. “Can I see you tomorrow?” I asked.
“I’ll call you,” she answered noncommittally.
“Okay… just remember what I said.”
“You said a lot of things,” she said, in an attempt to lift the mood, I suppose.
“About loving you and… you know.”
There was a quick frown on her forehead so I didn’t repeat my proposal.
“I’ll think about it,” she promised and then she got out of the car with a small smile and waved at me. “I’ll see you around.”
I only drove three blocks before I parked and pulled out my cell phone to call Bruce, who luckily picked up on the third ring.
“G… how are you doing?” he asked in a cheerful tone.
“I need your help,” I said quickly.