Chapter Five
When my world righted itself, Deborah was staring at me open-mouthed. Darn it. I knew better than to touch the teapot in front of her. Truly, though, I couldn’t help myself. If that other woman had bought my set, I’d never have forgiven myself. She’d needed to be stopped.
With that reminder, I glanced around, but Lindsay was nowhere to be seen. Poor woman, I’d probably scared the willies out of her. I’d never seen myself have a vision, obviously, but the reactions I’d gotten from others told me they’d noticed. I’d have to track her down to apologize. Maybe I could pretend to get seizures or something.
Meanwhile, Deborah still watched me from across the table. The smile on her face was pasted on, the mask of perfect professionalism. Although she’d been flustered when she arr
