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Mellow as ever, she sits in a chair across from me, closing her eyes, breathing deep and rhythmically. “So what’s been weighing on your aura, Harry?”
I clear my throat. “I…” I jump in my seat when the wooden floors creak beneath my feet. I try again. “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with this girl—”
“Nadia,” she says knowingly.
I feel my jaw drop open in shock but no words come out.
Ziggy cracks one eye. “You mentioned her at our last consultation,” she rushes out, sounding guilty.
“Uh, okay,” I say, even though I’m not convinced. I’ve always had this inkling that this woman is reading my mind, word for word. But that would be crazy, right?
Then again, I’m a guy sitting behind a velvet curtain, spilling my guts to a small town witch. At this point, I might as well embrace the crazy and get it over with.
Ziggy resumes her slow, trance-like breathing.
“Let’s pull your birth chart and take a look at your current astrological transits, shall we?” she says after a long, anxiety-inducing pause.
I watch impatiently as Ziggy opens up an app on her phone, she flips open a dusty notebook full of mystical scribblings, she spreads out a deck of colorful tarot cards, she rolls a funny looking dice and peeks into a foggy crystal ball.
Then she frowns.
“You poor thing,” she says pityingly.
My stomach drops. “What? What is it?” I anxiously lean across the table, trying to decipher the spread she has laid out in front of her. But it’s literally a language I don’t understand.
“Your Cancerian energy has your emotions in an astrological chokehold.”
What?
“And see the way Venus is aspecting your eight house? Oh, that’s not good. Especially with that Saturn conjunction.”
I feel my stomach getting tighter with every word she says. Bro, sounds like doomsday is hurtling toward me at the speed of light.
“What does any of that mean?” I ask, hating how frantic I feel.
Ziggy thoughtfully taps her bottom lip for a long moment, examining her tarot spread. Then she brings her eyes to mine. “Your lady friend is stuck in her logical brain at this point in time. She won’t allow herself tofeel. Meanwhile, you just want to get swept up in all the glittering, magical yumminess of falling in love. There’s no middle ground between the two of you.” She shakes her head and closes her eyes, tuning into whatever frequency is feeding her all this mystical insight. “You two don’t make any sense on paper. I’m picking up on a long list of obstacles in your path.”
“Yeah. Nadia has a whole bunch of reasons why she won’t give me a chance.”
The psychic nods in understanding. “There’s no hope in trying to overcome her objections with logic.”
I grip the edge of the table, pretty sure my fingernails are leaving dents in the wood. “So, in terms of solutions, what can I do?”
For the record, I’m not above casting a spell on Nadia and making her my prisoner of love for all of eternity.Just throwing that out there.
Ziggy’s eyes shoot open and she chuckles, her trance broken. Yup—she’s reading my thoughts. Definitely reading my thoughts. No doubt about it.
“Patience…Faith…Openness…” she tells me.
“What?” I’m still confused.
“You have to be willing to let her go,” Ziggy explains, “and trust that if she’s yours, she'll eventually find her way into your arms.”
Eventually?I’m not liking the sound of ‘eventually’. Not one bit.
I want my girl. Now.
She angles her head and gives me a patronizing look. “I know this isn’t the answer you want to hear, but just focus on your career for the time being. And trust that if Nadia is the woman for you, the universe will cause your paths to cross again.” Her eyes twinkle slyly. “Soon.”
