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squints his eyes and nods his head,
exaggerating his body language to express that he attentively
listening to her accounts. The accounts of someone who he begins to
suspect is indeed a crazy person.
    “I’m not crazy,” she says, responding to his
thoughts.
    “Then it must be me. That would explain the
voice.”
    The gypsy begins laughing hysterically. This
continues for quite a while until the unnamed man interrupts
her.
    “You mind telling me why that’s funny?” He
asks her sternly.
    “Don’t get too carried away by the voices in
your head,” she replies. Her response approaching nothing close to
an actual answer. It does, however, provide him proof that there is
an actual voice in his head. Not only that, but the psychic and the
voice seem to be of opposing opinions, to say the least.
    The unnamed man offers her a smile, out of
sheer courtesy, before he begins to walk away. If he is to believe
everything this woman has just said, then his life has just started
and he will be heading to jail unless he reboots it by speaking a
phrase from a dead language.
    Ride it out.
    The voice instructs the young man to disregard
the gypsy’s advice about restarting his life. Instead, it implores
him to accept the impending future which, according to the gypsy,
involves going to prison. It does, however, also involve a
beautiful, successful, and ambitious woman who has taken notice to
the young man. Whatever the outcome, the choice is his and his
alone. What can be said for him can be said for all people, there
is always a choice. So far, he’s leaning towards a certain path, a
path which the gypsy had tried to sway him from.
    As he walks away, it dawns on him as if were
an epiphany. He knows his name. Turning to the gypsy, he begins to
introduce himself.
    “My name is –
    “William Freeman,” she answers for him. “I
already knew your name. My name is –
    “I didn’t say I wanted to know your name.”
This time it is Will who does the interrupting.
    Bitch.
    “Bitch,” he adds comically, following the
voice’s example.
    “Heather,” she says anyway. “My name is
Heather. And you’re the bitch. Bitch.” She smiles, not because she
has taken a liking to the insult, but because this time around the
insult was unexpected. This gives her hope that he’s finally up to
something new.
    Will walks off, thinking about the gypsy’s
smile and how he’s sure that she had gradually warmed up to the
idea of being called a bitch. He feels accomplished for some reason
or another. It is just too bad that as he thinks of interactions
that are still frivolous and without meaning, a life altering event
looms on the horizon. Because little does William know, he is in
the forefront of Laura Cohen’s thoughts. If the old lady dies,
someone must pay. In this regard, Laura is no villain. It is just a
circumstance of no consequence that Laura gives absolutely no shits
about the old lady dying. She only cares for the prestige behind
punishing somebody for their crimes, whether intentional or not.
Besides, the old lady is someone’s grandma and they might have a
say in this too.
    A phone rings somewhere behind Will. He
doesn’t look towards the sound. Will knows that it’s Heather’s
phone that’s going off, and it doesn’t take a rocket science to
figure that it’s the same person who had just called a few minutes
ago, whoever that person is.
    “And pick that phone up,” he says jokingly,
finally looking back so that he can see her reaction, an aptly
raised middle finger directed at him. “Your singing
sucks.”
     

CHAPTER 4:
     
    When she arrives at the scene, Laura Cohen
kneels by the old lady and grabs her hand, cupping it between her
palms, so sweet and gently. She lets go softly, with great care,
and flashes her badge at the crowd and the arriving EMTs. She
assures the lady that justice will be served. She assures the crowd
that that someone will pay, improvising a lecture on how the
incident was no accident, but a