There was a tattoo on the back of the woman’s hand that matched the six-sided star on the sign above her head. Jodi wasn’t sure what the word “Psychic” meant. She wondered if it had to do with stars? Or cards? Maybe the lady sold cards like the ones she was holding, although there weren’t any packages like that on display in her booth; there was only a small table covered by a red and gold tablecloth, with two plastic chairs sitting on opposite sides of the table.
Their mother had taught them not to speak to strangers, but Jodi sensed it would be okay this time. Besides, it kind of had to be. The feeling that something bad had happened wasn’t going away. In fact, it was growing stronger—like a tidal wave gathering its forces before destroying everything in its path.