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inside told her that this could be a touchy subject and she’d better tread very carefully.
    He laughed, genuinely. “Oh, she loved that stuff! Loved it! When we first met, she told me a psychic had told her I was coming for her. She said she was never afraid of being alone for too long because a psychic told her I was on the way to save her.” His smile dimmed, presumably at the thought that he ultimately couldn’t, and didn’t, save her.
    â€œWas she psychic?”
    He gave that wry smile that to this day she remembered as being quintessential him . “Every single time I tried to surprise her with a present or a trip she was.”
    Prinny had to laugh. “But was she really ?”
    He shrugged. “Who knows? I never really bought into that stuff myself.”
    Prinny was incredulous. “Even though someone told her you were coming?”
    He stabbed at his meatloaf. “It’s not like they gave her my name, baby. They just told her a man was going to come into her life. She was nineteen and gorgeous, so who couldn’t have predicted that? If it hadn’t been me, it could have been anyone. It could have been Jean-Claude Van Damme. He could have been your father.”
    She screwed her face up, both at the obscure choice of celebrity and at the idea of that one in particular being her father under any circumstances. “That seems like a stretch.”
    â€œAll I’m saying is, it didn’t take a psychic to tell a beautiful girl like that that a man was going to love her.”
    Prinny smiled. There was so much love in him still for the mother she’d never know except in the pieces he gave her, that she couldn’t help hoping such a good man was on his way to her, too.
    She wanted to know who the psychic was who had told her mother that, but she knew her dad wouldn’t know the answer. And even if he did, chances seemed slim that she could find the same person and that they’d remember Ingrid Tiesman. Or, rather, Ingrid Barclay, as she’d been at the time.
    â€œWhen they said you were coming along, did they tell her Leif was coming with you?” Leif had been ten years old when Prinny’s parents had gotten married.
    â€œNow, that ”—he took a forkful of mashed potatoes—“is a damn good question.”
    â€œIf they did, that would prove they were right, wouldn’t it?”
    â€œThat they were lucky guessers. Or maybe that they were good enough at talking vague that she made it fit.”
    â€œIf she believed, there had to be something to it! I mean, if that was her thing— ”
    â€œPrincess, it was just one of her things. Your mom had a whole lot of different interests. That’s just one of the quirkier. She told me that she liked playing those psychic games— that’s what she called them—when she was a lonely teenager. Those things brought her comfort, so I say why not? That doesn’t mean they were magic.”
    Prinny had had the same experience with them herself, though she was shy about admitting it, particularly since it would probably make her father feel like her loneliness was somehow his failing. “Did she keep on seeing that same psychic?”
    â€œNah. Not that I know of. I never even heard the name. But now and then she’d see one of those neon signs, like in Georgetown, and she had to stop, no matter what time of night it was, and get a quick palm read or whatever they did.”
    â€œYou didn’t go in with her?”
    He gave a dismissive shake of the head. “Not my thing. Gave me a chance to sit in the car and get the scores on the radio.”
    â€œYou were never even tempted to find out your future?”
    He shook his head, but kindly. “You don’t get a lot out of it if you don’t believe.”
    â€œSo you really don’t believe.” The idea that he didn’t gave her the uncomfortable feeling that he didn’t believe