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production?”
    Holley nodded. “It has been the best experience of my life . Working with that director is like awesome. Quentin Tarantula? He pulls emotions out of me that I didn’t know I had in me. The script is so deep. Like he has me saying this line? And like I worked on it for a week? I have this death ray gun and I point it at this alient who is threatening to kill me? And like he says,” Holley pointed an imaginary gun at Tuesday and deepened her voice, “If you tell anyone where we are I’ll kill you. And then I say, ‘I don’t care what you do to me, I’ll never tell you where the crackonite fuel rods are.’ I mean he brings out such bravery in me.”
    A light bulb went off for Tuesday. “Holley, sweetheart. Listen to what you just said. The alien was threatening to kill you.”
    Holley listened, wide -eyed but uncomprehending.
    “And you worked on th ose lines all week until they were drilled into your unconscious.”
    Holley nodded her head excitedly. “Oh, yes they were. That’s how I could be so spontaneous. That’s what the director told me.”
    A wave of relief came over Tuesday. They were getting to the bottom of thi ngs. “Well just think about this. I’m just saying, since we know how sensitive you are.”
    Holley’s face turned serious . “Oh I’m such a sensitive person. It can be a cross you know, to feel things so deeply.”
    Tuesday pulled her chair closer and pushed the sugar and milk pitcher away so she could lean into Holley. “I know sweetie, and that’s why I’m thinking, I mean I don’t know for sure, but is it possible that you think you heard somebody threatening to kill you, but it was just the voice of the alien? Like speaking from your unconscious?”
    This sounded so reasonable to Tuesday that she got annoyed when Holley shook her head . “I know what I heard, Miss Tuesday. I didn’t make it up.”
    “I’m not saying you made it up, I’m just saying . . . “
    Holley drained her cup and turned it upside down over the saucer to distribute the tea leaves along the bottom and sides of the cup as Tuesday had taught her, then placed it back on the saucer for the reading.
    “There . Now what do you see?”
    Tuesday gave up trying to talk Holley out of her threatening call. She reached into her handbag for the silk scarf she used for her readings. The silk, which Tuesday believed held a special energy that facilitated the information, came up spilling a candy bar onto the floor. Tuesday kicked it under the table before Holley could spot it, then wrapped the silk around the cup. She always kept a candy bar in her purse in case she had a spike in blood sugar, a fact her clients who relied on her for nutritional advice didn’t need to know. They might get the wrong idea and go whole hog with sugar when Tuesday just used it to control a spikey metabolism. Which troubled her a lot.
    She noted where Holley had left her spoon and the direction of the handle of the cup . But she forgot those markers when she looked into the pattern of leaves in the bottom of the cup. An undeniable M next to a dark smudge that Tuesday was convinced was the figure of a body. A dead body. A corpse. Oh my fricken gumdrop, she thought. She’d have to handle this reading with more than her usual delicacy. She wasn’t sure how Holley would take this news.
    Holley bent over the table eagerly . “What do you see, Miss Tuesday?”
    Tuesday pondered her ethical responsibility. Should she tell her client she saw an M for murder? How could she prepare her for this news? After receiving the phone calls, this reading could unhinge her. The new director, the Vitale guy, might be feeding Holley a line about her ability to feel things deeply for his own ends, but the girl was definitely very impressionable. Tuesday had to be very careful about how she conveyed this information.
    But Holley solved Tuesday’s predicament . “Miss Tuesday,” she exclaimed, her voice singing with excitement. “Look at