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Teenage Ghost
Rhonda woke up Saturday morning with a strong urge to go back to Fortuness. She got out of bed and took a shower, then went to the mall.
As she neared the shop she saw a woman with dark, tan skin. She was dressed in the old bohemian style. A thick mess of dark curls were everywhere as the woman fiddled with trying to get the door unlocked.
“My Mother is here.” Jeff said to Eartha, and began to help her sift through the keys.
“Do you own this shop?” Rhonda asked the woman.
“It’s this one.” Jeff pointed to the key.
Eartha turned around slowly and looked at the blonde woman. “You are looking for Jeff.” Eartha commented and then unlocked the door.
Rhonda felt an electric shock go through her, “How did you know that?”
Eartha turned the lights on in the front of the store while Rhonda followed her closely.
“You have to tell her what I have to say.” Jeff followed just as closely.
“How do you know about Jeff? Are you psychic?” Rhonda was hoping against hope.
“And you can’t charge her for it.” Jeff reminded sternly.
Eartha half laughed and locked the front door so they could not be disturbed. “Can you not read the signs?” she pointed around the room. Various signs advertised palm reading, tarot cards, and other services. “Let me guess. You think a real psychic wouldn’t be based in a mall. Times are tough everywhere, in every profession. Just like any other merchant, I rely on foot traffic.”
Rhonda hadn’t meant to offend her, “I just meant…”
Eartha smiled at her and extended her hands towards the side room. In a motherly tone she said, “Come inside and sit down. We have much to discuss.”
Rhonda walked in a small area that had been sectioned off with hanging tapestries. It smelled of heavy incense. There was a small round table with two chairs opposite each other. She sat down and Eartha sat across from her. “What can you tell me about Jeff? Where is he? Is he ok? What happened to him?” she blurted out quickly.