Page 85 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
She cracked one eye open. “You don’t know everything.”
I huffed out a breath. “OK, fine, I don’t know everything, but I know enough. He’s totally immature. He’s never even had a girlfriend. He doesn’t understand commitment.”
She shrugged. “Maybe. Is possible.”
Frustrated, I shook my hands. “What else is there?”
“Love.”
“What love?”
“Love between you and the stranger. Love between you and the baby. Love between the baby and the stranger.”
“That’s crazy,” I said, but my heart was beating hard.
“Tell me. Have you had any odd dreams lately?”
“Have I? No, not really.” Then I remembered something. “But Miles…the stranger, the baby’s father…Miles did, a while back.”
“Tell me.”
I thought hard about the details. “Um, he was in my coffee shop eating a bagel.”
She nodded. “The bagel was something missing from his life. Key element. He vas not complete and whole. Also…” She opened one eye again and gave me a sly look. “It can mean sexual urges.”
My face burned. “Uh.”
She closed her eyes again. “Go on.”
“OK, um…he was eating a bagel and I was taking his picture. No! I was looking for my camera, and I couldn’t find it.”
She nodded. “He wanted you to focus on him, see a big picture. Possibly a memory.”
“And then I turned into a bear.”
She opened her eyes. “A bear?”
“Yes. What does that mean?”
“A bear is a symbol in the cycle of life. Perhaps it was his cosmic energy recognizing he would create new life with you.” She glanced down at my stomach. “Or perhaps he just vanted to see you bare. There is that.”
I grimaced. “There was that.”
One eyebrow peaked. “Obviously.”
“Look, I need to know what to do. Is there some sort of sign there? Something to indicate what direction to take? This is serious!”
“As I say, I cannot tell you what to do. I can only intuit. But.” She closed her eyes and concentrated hard, breathing deeply. “You must be willing to bend. You must be willing to change.”
“But it’s not me that has to change!”
“Yes. You must be willing to see things not as they have been or as they are, but as they could be.” She leveled me with her gaze. “All that is real is not visible. And all that is visible is not real.”
I sighed. I was getting nowhere, and frustration was making me sweat. Taking my hands from hers, I pulled a twenty from my purse and gave it to her.
She walked me to the door, and I thanked her for her time. As I was leaving, she put a hand on my shoulder. “You have come a long vay since last you were here. I sense it. I see it.”
I nodded as tears filled my eyes. “I just don’t know where to go next.”
