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Steve gasped and put his hand over his heart.
“You know you would.” Felix turned to me. “Yes, it’s about your visions. Here goes.” He sat up straight, a determined expression on his face. “You remember Craig and Greg, who run the Bark & Purr Pet Resort?”
I nodded. I’d never met them, but they’d effectively introduced Felix to Malcolm five years ago. Malcolm had needed a pet massage therapist for his elderly cat, and they’d given him Felix’s contact info.
“Right. So they were talking about Greg’s family or something, and it came up that Greg’s mother is psychic.”
Steve sat up in excitement, but Felix pointed a finger at him. He pressed his lips together and slumped in his seat.
I rolled my eyes. “I’ve run across other so-called psychics before, Felix. They’re all fakes.” Most of them were bilking money out of grieving people online by claiming they could get in touch with loved ones who’d passed away.
He gave me a quelling look. “Can I please finish before you dismiss what I’m saying?”
I hunched down. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’m an ass.”
He whacked my arm with the back of his hand. “I know, but rein it in for a few more minutes, okay?”
“Yeah, sorry. Go on.” Friends like Felix and Steve, who called me on my bullshit but accepted that it was part of me, were hard to come by.
Felix eyed me to make sure I could be trusted to behave before he continued. “So according to Greg and Craig, Greg’s mom has visions at night when she sleeps. She predicted that Greg would meet Craig and they’d become friends.”
“Okay? And?”
“And? What do you mean,and? It sounds exactly like what you do. I got her phone number from Greg for you.”
Oh, hell, no.
“You want me to call some random woman and tell her what? That I have visions like she claims to?”
Felix threw up his hands. “I was trying to help you meet someone who might be like you. Wouldn’t it be nice to have somebody to talk about psychic things with?”
I sighed and closed my eyes so I wouldn’t roll them at Felix again. “Yes. You’re right. I would really appreciate knowing someone else who has the same ability. Thank you for thinking of me. But it’s more likely this woman tells her family after the fact that she knew things would happen so she can make herself look important.”
“So prove it,” Steve suggested.
I opened my eyes. “What?”
He shrugged. “Prove she’s faking it. Call her and hear her out. What’ve you got to lose except a few minutes of your time?”
Felix smiled at Steve. “Exactly.” He whipped out his phone.
I tried to come up with a reasonable excuse not to call Felix’s boyfriend’s friend’s mother, but my phone chimed with Felix’s text before I could think of one.
Reluctantly I pulled my phone out of my pocket. “Wait, does she even know who I am?”
My hopes were dashed when Felix said, “Not your name, no, but Greg confirmed this morning that his mom is expecting your call.”
Dammit.
I opened the message. Delphia Shaw. I wasn’t familiar with her area code.
Grimacing, I added her to my contacts. “I’ll text her to see if she’s available.” Maybe she’d be busy. Or she’d be one of those Boomers who didn’t text.
Me: Hi, my name’s Cal. A friend of mine knows your son Greg and told me we have something in common. Let me know when you have time to talk.
There. Done.
Felix said, “Uh, I should probably warn you, I’ve met her a couple of times, and she’s a lot.”
