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finish the psychic reading she’d
started for Mattie. She still had Mattie’s personal information, after all.
    Maybe it would just be better to finish and pass it along in
a friendly manner, than to make a bitter enemy of her. Not that she could avoid
Mattie’s mood swings, but it was the right thing to do.
    The candles lit, Sara reached for the same tarot cards she
had used that night. She loved this deck. It was a closed deck, meaning that it
had never been touched by another’s hands. It was hers alone, a precious link
to another realm.
    They were beautiful cards, if unconventional. Each one had
an image of a woman on it, a goddess of dreams, representing different elements
of the tarot. And somehow the cards connected with her, sending her off into
her own imaginings during a reading. Funny thing was, the cards were relatively
new, but Sara couldn’t remember where she picked them up.
    She flipped over her cards and there was the one. The
red-haired female. She flipped two more and placed the cards next to her, a
dark man and one of light. Funny, she’d never noticed men on the cards before.
    And then the wooziness hit.
    The woman was brushing her hair in a mirror. But, instead of
someone else, her own eyes looked back at her in the reflection. Once again,
she’d been zapped into Serra’s life.
    As she put down the brush, Sara saw a letter on the dressing
table before her. She reached for it, opening it slowly, dreading the contents.
    Serra , it read. I hear you made the decision to
wed . I ’ m ecstatic at the news , of course . But are
you sure it is what you are ready for ? Your life was dedicated elsewhere . You know it ’ s not an easy road you choose . I will support you in
either choice you make , you know that .
    All my love ,
    F .
    Hmm. So this Serra was to get married. Perhaps to the
unconventional man that Sara felt was “different”? And what of the woman’s
other lover?
    It was such a puzzle to figure out.
    Sara turned the letter over and was surprised to see a
response already written on the back.
    My dearest friend ,
    I love them both , you know how much . Marriage will tie me to him as much as I am connected with the other . Will they be angered ? Of course . Please try not to pick favorites , for I could never choose just one . I would die before choosing .
    Yours truly ,
    Serra
    Sara turned to look about the room. It was bare, sparsely
furnished. She felt her soul being sucked from the body already, so she
hurried, wanting to see as much as possible before she was forced away with the
ringing in her head.
    The last thing she saw was the crucifix over the doorway.
    * * * * *
    The shrill ring of the telephone zapped her back
prematurely. She rolled her eyes wryly at it, but it was her own fault for
forgetting to turn off the ringer.
    “Hello?”
    “Where’ve you been? I didn’t get to talk to you today. I
called, but they said you were pretty busy and would call me back,” Beau said,
his voice rich and husky.
    She’d never gotten a message at work and wondered who’d
fielded it. Probably Mike.
    “I’m sorry I didn’t call you. It was actually slow today
with all the rain, so I would have, but I never got the message.”
    His voice was warm, as if the worry eased when she said she
would have certainly returned his call. “Just as well you didn’t, I guess. I
would have just lain in bed and had you talk dirty to me.”
    “Beau!” she laughed.
    “Sara!” he mocked back. “Don’t tell me you’ve never tried
it.”
    “No, I’ve never tried that. And I’m not going to, so don’t
even start.”
    “We’ll see, baby. Are you ready now? What are you wearing?”
    “Yes, fully dressed and made up. A pantsuit tonight, I might
get chilly with the rain.”
    He chuckled. “This may take some practice. You’re supposed
to say something naughty. Describe something sheer, or black leather or lace. That’s
how phone sex starts.”
    She rose to his teasing. “Why have phone sex when