Page 4 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
“I cannot direct the energy,” said Madam Psuka. “It reveals at its own vill.” She was quiet for a moment. “But I do see children. Many children.”
“Many?” Jillian said, her eyes going wide. “How many?”
“Hundreds.”
Skylar laughed. “It’s probably your patients, Jilly Bean.”
“Oh.” Jillian’s shoulders slumped, and she took her hand back. “Right.”
I felt sorry for her and reached over to pat her shoulder when she scooted back to sit next to me. We hadn’t really talked about it, but maybe Skylar’s wedding was kind of hard on Jillian. She was the oldest and the most traditional, and probably thought she’d be first to get married. She’d definitely talked about it the most as we were growing up. And now Dan and I would be next, and—
“Next?” asked Madam Psuka, jarring me a little. She was looking at me, too. It was as if she’d heard was I was thinking and was mocking me with the word.
“Me!” squealed Skylar, crawling over to sit directly in front of Madam Psuka and thrusting out her hand.
“Hmmm.” The medium closed her eyes and did the breathing thing again. Meanwhile, my stomach started growling like crazy.
“You are creative and expressive. Your energy
is bright, warm, effervescent, and sparkling.”
Eyes closed, Skylar beamed, and Jillian and I exchanged an eye roll. How many times had we listened to people gush about our effervescent beauty queen sister? Good thing we weren’t paying for this.
“You value harmony, beauty, and pleasure, and enjoy sharing your talents vith the vorld around you. You live life to fullest, often vithout care beyond the present. I am getting feeling that you are not good vith money.”
I snorted, and Skylar sighed. “That’s true,” she admitted. “But I’m working on it.”
“Romantic love is verrry strong influence in your life right now, and it will remain so. Its energy surrounds you in almost protective fashion.”
“I’m getting married,” Skylar said breathlessly. “This fall.”
“Skylar! You’re not supposed to tell her that.” Jillian threw a hand up. “She’s supposed to guess it.”
Madam Psuka chuckled. “I might have guessed it. Is obviously very strong bond between them.”
“Anything else?” Skylar said eagerly.
“Just the feeling of calm. I believe you are entering new phase of your life that will be long-lasting and peaceful and happy.”
Skylar practically floated back to her spot on the rug. “Your turn, Nat.”
I scooted in front of the medium and held out my hand.
“A skeptic.” Madam Psuka sized me up correctly.
“Maybe I am a little skeptical,” I admitted. “But what the heck? I’m here.”
She took my hand and held it between both of hers, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. Within seconds, I felt a sort of humming sensation in my arm, and it was more than a little disconcerting. While both of my sisters had closed their eyes during their readings, I kept mine open.
“You are organizer, planner, manager. You are dedicated and idealistic. Vhat you conceive in your mind you are able to achieve because you are practical, talented, and villing to vork. You know how to get a job done. But you may appear stubborn because once you make a decision, you follow it through to the end, right or wrong.”
“Wow,” Skylar breathed. “That’s so right on.”
I bristled a little. Following through wasn’t being stubborn; that was tenacity.
“You must be careful not to get too caught up in the daily routine, because you might miss opportunities that—oh. Oh my.” Madam Psuka frowned and she gripped my hand tighter.
“What?” My heart thumped a few erratic beats. “What do you see?”
