Tuesday, January 8, 2019
Daring Destiny ~ Part 20
CATHY SAID YOU TOOK A WEEK OFF TO WEEN YOURSELF OFF THE MEDICATION? YOU AREN’T ON ANY MEDICATION. WHAT’S GOING ON?!?
Rainy bit her lip. She wanted to share with Ned, but knew she couldn’t. People treated her differently when they found out about her card reading. If they didn’t think she was worshipping the devil, they thought she was a total fruit cake for believing she had supernatural abilities. Of course he could be one of those people who once he found out, he would hound her endlessly for what would happen in the future. Most people stopped seeing Rainy for Rainy the minute they found out.
She texted Ned back, I HAD VACAY TIME. NEEDED REST SO I TOOK IT.
She took a deep breath and geared up her courage to go inside, when she got a response from Ned.
I’M AT YOUR APT. YOU’RE NOT HERE. JUST WHERE ARE YOU RESTING?
Rainy turned off her phone and went inside. She could face Ned or Hoyte, she decided to go with the person she didn’t want to have a relationship with. She’d get his help and then go about her business. That would at least give her time to figure out what to say to Ned.
As Rainy stepped inside Visions she couldn’t help but feel at peace. Hoyte had planned it that way. The entry to his salon was comfortable and if you didn’t know what happened in the back rooms of Visions, you might actually think it was a luxury spa.
Soft jazz played over speakers as a small water feature sat in the corner, it’s delicate splashes blending to the chorus of the music. Over-sized chairs and a sofa scattered the front room as a faint scent of cucumber clung to the air.
Rainy took another deep breath as she made her way to the receptionist who sat at an antique wood desk that was at odds with her Bluetooth headset and tablet.
“May I help you?” asked the receptionist as Rainy approached.
“I need to speak with Hoyte, please,” said Rainy.
The receptionist rolled her eyes. “Honey, everyone needs to speak with Hoyte, that’s why he’s booked solid. Do you have an appointment?”
Rainy shook her head.
“Well, I can put you on a waiting list, but it’s got at least fifty people ahead of you,” said the receptionist. “Or I can get you in with one of our other healers for later this week.”
“Healers?” Rainy cocked her head.
“Yes, ma’am,” said the receptionist. “We don’t tell the future, we heal the soul. If you’re looking for a fortune teller, there’s a good one down the street. She’ll tell you what you want to hear and you’ll walk away happy, but only for a bit. Here we’ll help you find happiness for a lifetime, and maybe even two lifetimes. Can I get your name?”
Rainy stared at the receptionist dumbfounded and found herself telling the woman her name.“Wait,” said the receptionist, standing. “The Rainy Summerfield?”