Friday, March 8, 2019
Daring Destiny ~ Part 33
“Of course it wasn’t all bad,” said Rainy softly. In fact, there were a lot of good times with Hoyte. Leaving him had been the hardest thing she had ever done, but he had made it very clear that staying with him meant a life she didn’t want to live. A live in the spotlight of a famous psychic, a label that came with both prestige and ridicule. “It just wasn’t right.”
“I understand that now,” said Hoyte.
Rainy looked at him and cocked her head. “You do?”
Hoyte nodded but kept his eyes on the road. “You don’t have to be psychic to realize when you’ve pushed your own agenda on a person, even if you think it’s for their best interest. I caught some glimpses of your father’s thoughts when he used me as his personal walkie-talkie.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” said Rainy with a grimace. “I can’t imagine that was pleasant.”
“It’s not,” said Hoyte, “but I’ll let it slide because he did talk some sense into you.”
“You were saying you caught some of his thoughts?” said Rainy hoping not to rehash her irrational behavior.
Hoyte nodded and then glanced at her. “Your father has been watching over you and Clover, as have your mother. He thinks you work too hard and worry too much, but even amongst that hard work and worry, you love your life. You love being with Clover and you even love working at that silly little supermarket because it gives you a place to go and people to talk to who aren’t looking to get anything from you but a job well done and groceries well packed. You want to be helpful without being in the spotlight, which also makes the psychic hotline you decided to work for make sense. You could help people anonymously.”
Rainy nodded. “There’s a lot of truth to that.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t see it earlier,” said Hoyte. “Had I just opened my own eyes, I would have. I didn’t need a message from beyond to see what was obvious, especially in hindsight.” He parked the car. “I don’t need a message from beyond to tell me this is a very dangerous neighborhood we’re in.”
Rainy looked around the broken down hotel. The one-story building was a dingy yellow, that reminded Rainy of the grass during the winter, just dirty and sad. The hotel appeared to have a couple dozen rooms, each door painted an equally depressing green. Most likely the place had been built in the 70s and had never seen a remodel or upgrade of any kind.
Rainy could imagine the people who built it probably thought the neighborhood was up and coming, only to see it fall in disrepair and poverty.
“Sadness reeks from this place,” said Hoyte.
Rainy nodded. It wasn’t just the colors or the fact there were broken lights over the entrance, holes in the doors, and shingles hanging on by single nails, the atmosphere of the entire neighborhood was heavy with melancholy.
“So how do we find out what room she’s in?” asked Rainy.
Hoyte let out a heavy breath. “I guess we go in and ask.”
“Do you think it’ll be that easy?” Rainy raised an eyebrow.
Hoyte shook his head. “Rainy, I don’t think anything comes easy in this neighborhood.”