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disgustingly doting. The headline read, “Getting to the God Part.” It was amazing—her sister had turned a small neighborhood election into front-page news just talking about God.
    â€œAnd she has the nerve to criticize me?”
    Starlight tossed the paper aside. She gazed around the room. This was the only space that looked as if she’d lived in the Santa Monica penthouse for more than two days. In her head, she calculated the cost of her designer furniture and antiques. From the Queen Anne—styled bed to the custom-made chairs, she could have easily spent over thirty thousand dollars in this room alone, though she didn’t know since a decorator had chosen everything.
    She leaned back and molded one of the purple satin pillows to fit under her neck. She now lay in the lap of opulence, but there was no one who would have bet a nickel on her a few years ago when she worked as a beautician, or when she sold insurance, or when she took classes to become a masseuse. She had taken every sales position available, hawking everything from Amway to Avon.
    But ten years after her high school graduation, she still hadn’t found her way—until she met Nathan Carr. She had been sitting in the dentist’s office, staring at the Victoria’s Secret ad in Cosmopolitan . She shook her head, marveling at how women could spend fifty dollars on a bra when she didn’t even have four dollars to buy another small tube of Orajel. She certainly didn’t have the money to pay for this dentist visit, but her gums ached so much that she was willing to write another bad check.
    â€œMust be a good article.” She hadn’t noticed the gentleman who sat next to her. She looked up, forced a smile, then turned her attention back to the magazine.
    â€œI didn’t mean to disturb you,” he apologized.
    She sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m just not in a good frame of mind.”
    â€œReally?” He smiled. “That’s my specialty.”
    She frowned.
    â€œI help people frame their minds.”
    She wasn’t sure what made her put down the magazine. “How do you do that?”
    He pulled a card from his jacket. She read the words on the white linen paper: Dr. Nathan Carr, Carr Enterprises, Inspirational Speaker-Author.
    â€œMaybe you’ve heard of me,” he said, drawing her attention back.
    She shook her head. “What do you do specifically?”
    â€œI help people find their life’s calling,” he said through his permanent smile.
    He sounded like her pastor, who preached about being called in life. “How do you do that?”
    â€œI teach how to tap into your inner being. To find that power inside so that you can go places you never dreamed.”
    She had chuckled. “I don’t know, Dr. Carr. I’ve had so many living nightmares, I’m afraid to dream.”
    â€œReally? What do you do?”
    She grimaced. “I’m in between jobs.”
    â€œAh … actually, you’re just between successes.”
    She laughed.
    â€œSee, it all depends on how you frame thoughts in your mind.”
    â€œSo that’s why my thoughts are going every which way.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    â€œRight now, I can’t even afford a frame.”
    This time, Dr. Carr laughed. “Well, that might change. What’s your name?”
    She took his outstretched hand. “Mabel Morgan.”
    Their conversation continued until she was called in for her appointment. She waited another hour for Dr. Carr to come out of his. She agreed to walk with him around the corner to Denny’s, where he treated her to a chicken-fried steak lunch. Then she followed him in her car to Zahra’s Books ’N Things, where he impressed her with their collection of his books.
    â€œThis was my first book,” he said, handing her a thin paperback— Honor Thyself. “And this is my latest.” This time, it was a two