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can y’do?”
    “What happened?” said
Michael. The mad lust had drained from him, leaving him feeling weak and
confused.
    “I’m Tessie, first of all.
An’ what happened was magic.”
    “I guessed that. What are
you, a leprechaun?”
    She snorted. “Nah, just
someone who was lucky enough t’inhereit a chip of th’real Blarney Stone. My
grandfather told me that if I kissed it at the stroke of midnight on th’start
of Saint Paddy’s Day, I’d be able t’talk anyone into anything.”
    “Uh. Okay. What does that
have to do with me being Molly?”
    Tessie coughed and looked
embarrassed. “I lost a bet, didn’t I. Thought sure you wouldn’t be any good at
darts in your condition. So we switched places.”
    “What has that got to do
with being able to talk to people?”
    Tessie grinned like a child
who’s been caught breaking a minor rule. “It’s amazin’ how convincing I could
be. I could even talk people into impossible things, make ‘em happen.”
    “What was with the fifteen
hundred bucks?”
    “The what?”
    “I woke up with fifteen
hundred bucks in an envelope this morning, along with your name and number.”
    She blinked. “I have no
idea. That would’ve come in handy today, too, damn. I sure hope y’didn’t do
anything you’d regret for that kind of money.”
    Michael frowned. “One last
question. If we switched places, what was with the big tits and the thing with
the shamrocks?”
    “Well, once we switched, you
weren’t as good at darts anymore, an’ you kept losin’.” Tessie gave him that
disarming grin again and said, “At least you had a good Saint Paddy’s Day, even
if you don’t remember much of it.”
    Michael had to laugh. “Yeah,
well, next year, I’ll be at a library or something. For some reason, I’ve gone
right off drinking.”