“I require down payment.” The black veil over the woman’s face obscures her eyes, but I hear the deception in her nasal voice.
Janet drops the thick envelope onto the table with a thud. Her last paycheck, about $800 in twenties, sealed inside.
“This won’t give you closure,” I whisper, but she sits in front of the crystal ball.
“Extra for her.” The woman flicks her wrist in my direction.
“She’s a scam,” I plead.
“What’s your dearly departed’s name?”
“I’ve got to know,” Janet says. She’d rather a county fair psychic tell her that her husband’s finally at peace.
word count: 99
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