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more he decided it was less an accent and more an affect. Angel’s speech had an unusual cadence and phrasing. “I’m pretty agnostic, so I’m not sure my path is going anywhere.”
    “You’re a lucky honcho. You’ve got a blessing.”
    “A blessing?” Ted asked, wondering where his dog and that wolf had gone.
    “You’re a spiritual consultant’s dream client. You have no baggage, nothing that I have to unpack just to get you to square one. You could get right to work finding your unrealized self.”
    Ted scowled. “At the end of the day, I’ve realized enough for one day.” Ted did wonder, however, if he had misjudged her. Sure, she seemed a little different. True, she had hit him with her tanklike vehicle and allowed her wolf dog to practically maul him, but perhaps spiritual consultants were all this way: different. She was also rather hypnotic, and Ted enjoyed listening to her speak, even if what she said made very little sense to him. Knowing it was a dangerous to ask a saleswoman about her wares, he smiled and did it anyway. “Do spiritual consultants charge a flat fee or by the hour for their work?”
    “It depends on what you want …,” she stammered, “I mean, your goals.”
    “What if you make me worse and totally dent my spirit the same way you did my fender? Do I get my money back? Do you carry malpractice or, like car insurance, are you just not that interested in such details?”
    Angel stared at him blankly. This white man was smarter than she’d thought.
    Ted realized that not everyone appreciated his humor. “I was just kidding about the dent.”
    “Charming.” Angel raised her voice confidently. “Being such a poor driver must make life difficult, so let me do what I can to help you. I’ll start with a ten-minute free consultation.”
    “Really? I’m intrigued. What are we going to talk about?”
    “Well, I’ll tell you this much. I am carrying around some very valuable secrets and I’m just waiting for the right person to help. It could be you.”
    As if it were someone else’s voice coming from his mouth, he heard himself say, “I’m curious. Do you have some degree or are you just a natural at this?”
    Angel realized that she had left a few details out of her business plan and scrambled to come up with answers. “Yes to both. And it’s one hundred bucks for the initial session. I’m not promising anything, but I might be able to help you.” She dug in her purse, which appeared to be something handmade from an old army blanket, and pulled out a mechanical pencil and the back of a bill from the Paradise Diner, where she had stopped for a cup of coffee a few days earlier. She quickly scribbled a few digits and her name on the paper and said, “Here is my number, in case you want to hire me. I mean, after we get your RV fixed and my back worked on.”
    Ted dug in his wallet and gave her his own neatly engraved card. “My cell number is on it too.”
    Angel thanked Ted, put her fingers to her mouth, and let out a loud whistle that brought No Barks and Argo rushing toward them. She stood, turned, grimaced from the twist toher torso, and said, “Thanks for the beer. I’ll see you in the morning.”
    Ted stood up. “My ten minutes is up already?”
    “Gone.”
    Angel and Two Barks vanished into the now almost fully set sun. Ted spent the rest of his evening reading and working Sudoku puzzles on his phone. He liked to make the numbers add up, and he was good at it. Before he finally went to bed, a sound came from his phone alerting him to a text message. He tried to remember the last time he’d received a text message. He picked up the phone and read, “Goodnight from the other end of the campground. Sorry about the accident—even if it was your fault. A. Two Sparrow.”
    Ted texted her back, “Save it for the jury. Good night. Ted.”
    A few seconds later, his phone buzzed again. “Want to walk the dogs?”

6
    Ted and Angel walked along the periphery of the