The strongest medicine always tastes the most bitter.
I drag myself from bed in the morning and force myself to work. The hours pass so slowly, they feel like years. By three o’clock, I’m in such a state, I quit work for the day and head over to the building where Dr. Letterman’s practice is, determined to get an appointment.
Halfway there, I spot a sign for a psychic. On impulse, I pull to the side of the road and stop.
“Readings by Destiny!” the neon pink sign declares. It beams out from a front window of a charming yellow cottage with white trim. Taped under the sign is a rough drawing of a crystal ball floating between two hands. Stenciled beneath are the words, “Today Only, $10 Special!”
Though I suspect the poster is in the window every day, I decide ten bucks is a small price to
