As we were leaving, we realized we were right next to Jackson Square. We noticed so many tarot card readers and palm readers.
“Aiden, one of us should do it,” expressed Dani.
“I don’t think we should have this experience. The church always taught us not to mess with that,” I said, concerned.
We were moving away from the front of the cafe. I overheard footsteps behind us. We turned around; however, nobody was there.
“I am here,” she purred.
We whipped our heads back forward. A beautiful woman stood looking to be of creole descent. She looked to be in her late 30s or early 40s. She was standing about 5 feet 9 inches, wearing a red turban on her head. The half-white shirt she wore had a galactic black hole design on it. Her skirt was hues of red, orange, and yellow draping down to her an
