Belle and I had already spent about ninety minutes at McDonald’s when I spotted an old friend in need of a tarot reading. We agreed she would have the reading now and owe me actual money next week. I consented to this since I know and see the woman and her husband often. I asked for cookies for Belle and a hot fudge sundae for myself in the meantime. Her husband threw in three overripe peaches he’d just bought at farmer’s market too.
I let my friend release a fair deal of woes prior to the reading. She even sang the praises of another reader she’s been faithfully visiting. I learned from my friend that her reader wants hundreds of dollars from my friend to remove a supposed curse. I suggested my friend either consult with one of the many trained root workers I know for a second opinion or book hypnotherapy sessions with me. We’ve been discussing hypnotherapy for years, and she has never booked a session.
My friend’s situation has not changed much in the five years we’ve known each other. I sense she might be headed for change though. She’s so enamored with her reader, and ready to spend good money to break a curse that may exist only in the mind of her reader, that she might be disappointed. Meanwhile, I have scripts for many of the things she’s interested in changing. She always has so much going on though. She would need to narrow it down.
Belle endured four hours at McDonald’s in all. She played at the entrance of the play structure by day’s end. It only took her five visits to warm up to playing there. She made eyes at another mom and charmed the woman into giving her a new toy. I think the toy is a cat. She also charmed a boy in junior high into giving her a kiss through a window. I looked up in time to see them kiss, their lips only separated by glass. Alright!