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the floor over there, if you wish.”

    “Thanks. They're getting very heavy.” Molly set her burdens down and heaved a small sigh of relief. “I had no idea I'd find so many useful items in the exhibit halls.”

    Evangeline smiled. “Many people have had the same experience.”

    “I can believe it.” Molly brushed her frothy, windblown hair back behind her ear. “You should have seen the crowds I had to fight in order to get this stuff. One lady actually tried to snatch my new Ace Wondermatic All-Purpose Kitchen Appliance right out of my hands.”

    “Amazing. Do sit down.”

    “All right.” Molly glanced toward the beaded curtain. “But I don't want to miss my friend. He should be along at any minute.”

    “I guarantee that he will find you.”

    “If you're sure.” Molly obligingly sat down and surveyed the glass ball and the deck of cards with some interest.

    “Now, then, we shall begin.” Evangeline cupped the glass ball in her hands. Her heavily made-up eyes met Molly's. “Tell me what it is you wish to know.”

    “Well, since you ask, what I'd really like to know is how this all works.”

    Evangeline blinked. “How it works?”

    “The tricks of the trade, so to speak.” Molly leaned closer. “I've heard that professional fortune-tellers are very good at guessing things about their clients' personal lives. How do you do it?”

    “You want to know how I do it?” Evangeline looked scandalized.

    “Exactly. Not quite my field, of course, but I'm curious. What are the clues that you use? Clothes? I expect you can tell a lot from people's clothing. But so many folks just wear name-brand jeans and sport shoes these days. What can you tell about people wearing that kind of thing?”

    Evangeline's expression congealed. “I do not use tricks. I am gifted with a touch of the second sight. It runs in my family, you see.”

    “Hmm.”

    “My powers are very real. And even if I were a charlatan who used cunning to deduce facts about my clients, I would not tell you my secrets.”

    Molly wrinkled her nose. “I was afraid of that. Oh, well, it was worth a try.”

    “Look here,” Evangeline muttered, “I can tell you anything you wish to know about your love life.”

    “I doubt it. I don't have one.”

    “Well, you soon will.” Evangeline picked up the cards and began to lay them out, one by one on the table. “Aha. See the blue king?”

    Molly glanced at the card. “What of it?”

    “He represents a man you have recently met. This man is tall. He has dark hair and eyes the color of the ancient amber in my necklace. They are the eyes of a man of power. A man who will change your destiny.”

    Molly laughed. “I see you're acquainted with Harry Trevelyan. I'll bet you're his aunt. I believe Josh mentioned an Evangeline Trevelyan. How did you identify me, though? Did you figure out who I was when I told you that I was waiting for someone, or did Josh describe me to you?”

    Evangeline gave her an exasperated glare. “I figured it out because I'm a fortune-teller. It's my business to know things like that. Now, let's get on with this, shall we?”

    Molly shrugged. “What's the point? Now that I know who you are and you know who I am, I'm not going to be amazed or astounded by anything you tell me about Harry.”

    “What if I told you that I do not know who this Harry is?”

    Molly grinned. “Come off it, you know Harry. Admit it.”

    “You're making this extremely difficult,” Evangeline said brusquely. “Let's take it again from the top. You have recently met a tall, dark-haired man with amber eyes. This man—”

    “You forgot handsome.”

    Evangeline looked up from her cards with a ferocious scowl. “I beg your pardon?”

    “Aren't you supposed to say that I've recently met a tall, dark-haired,handsome man?” Molly pursed her lips. “I always thought it was tall, dark, and handsome. Yes, I'm sure that's the way it goes.”

    Evangeline tapped one long, crimson nail against the table. “All right, so he's not so handsome. I wouldn't be too choosy, if I were you. What are you? Thirty? Thirty-two? Time's running out, friend.”

    “I wasn't complaining about Harry's looks. I just said you're wrong. He is tall, dark, and extremely attractive.”

    Evangeline eyed Molly as if she had serious doubts about her IQ level. “You think Harry's good-looking?”

    “Well, maybe not in the traditional sense,” Molly admitted. “But, then, I'm not much of a