J. Rusolo Ward

“Eyes A Globe?  Who are they and why are they charging us two thousand bucks?”  Mary tossed the credit card bill onto the counter.  Her younger sister had the grace to look embarrassed.

“They’re a psychic agency.  They do readings for people planning on traveling.”

“For two thousand dollars?  You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Rose had no idea her consultation was going to be so expensive, but she’d done the right thing.  Mary didn’t believe in the supernatural, but she knew there were things that couldn’t be explained.  She even had some psychic abilities herself, although Mary scoffed at her predictions.  “You can’t put a price on piece of mind.”

Mary tapped the bill.  “Apparently, you can.”

Rose picked up a paper napkin, and shredded it as she spoke.   “I consulted them about my upcoming trip to France.  I’ve been experiencing some bad luck and want things to go well.”

“These people fixed your problems?”

“They read my aura and sensed I was cursed.”

Mary raised an eyebrow.  “Cursed?

“They specialize in ridding people of the malocchio.”

“The evil eye isn’t real.  Bad luck comes from bad decisions.  Start taking ownership of your actions.”  Rose was about to object, but one look at Mary stopped her.  “There’s a consequence.”

Rose frowned.  “What does that mean?”

“You were scammed.  Now we owe these people money.  We have to use what I saved for your trip to pay.”

Rose jumped up.  “No!”

“And you’re grounded for using my credit card without permission.”

“This isn’t fair.  There’s more out there than we can see.”  Rose stormed off.  Mary would be sorry for doubting her.

“Don’t be angry with me.  Your psychic friends should’ve told you this would happen!”  Mary hoped Rose’s fascination in the supernatural was a phase, but feared it wasn’t.