“I had to visit Mrs. Wright again on Friday and soothe her with a tarot reading, since she'd been so upset about the police visiting her home. The weather remained chilly, so I wore my three-quarter length brown tunic dress with bishop sleeves gathered into black cuffs. The wide hip-level buckle belt was black, too. I'd stolen the buckle from an old dress of Ma's that she'd dumped into the rag bag for me to weave into a rug when I got around to it. I wore black beads over the dress and my Voodoo... juju under it. Because I felt like it and it made me feel kind of glamorous, I also took along my black velvet cape. Anyhow, the tarot told Mrs. Wright that everything was going to be all right. When she asked if anyone would ever find Evans, I told her that particular aspect of the future was unclear. Did I know my job, or what? "Oh, dear. Well, I hate to do it, but I suppose I'll have to call the agency." "The agency?" I asked as I packed the tools of my trade into their nice cloth containers.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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