Book3:WereMyDreamIs

closedfortheday,thisonewasstillopen.Itserskepttehours,manyofwhomcameinthedeepofthenighttoaskforadvicewhentheyfeltlost,fusedordazed.Theyhopedthatsupernaturalpowerswouldbeabletohelpthemandwouldexpinatheunknownfuture.ItwasnotthattewhenDwarfMickeypushedopenthedoortothestoreshouting,

    “Melissa!Whereareyou?IamMickey.Iamhere.eoutquick!”Theoldwomandressedasawitchwassittingbehindtheterwithhereyesclosedwaitingforerswhensheheardsomeoneshouting.Withhalf-openedeyesshecameoutfrombehindtheterinherwheelchair,withoutknowingwhoitwasthateakingtoher.

    “Wellsir,doyouwanttohaveyourfortuoldbytarotcards?That’s50.”

    “Whattarotcards?Iwastheotaughtyouwhatlittleyouknow.OpenyousleepyeyesandseewhoIam.”Opening