“Oh hell,” Sheila cursed, sucking in her breath, “That damn Sergei's been beating her.”
Oblivious to the spectator, Luana gathered up her washing-basket and opened the caravan door to go back inside, the dark mark on her thigh quite large and prominent.
Sheila had a very busy Saturday. At one point she was so concerned that she wouldn't be able to fulfill all of the readings that she almost put up her 'CLOSED' sign at three o'clock. However, her mind flowed easily and everyone went away satisfied, either learning of a new love, hearing about an unexpected inheritance or given a warning not to act irresponsibly. A very productive day for 'Psychic Sheila' but it did mean that it was five o'clock before she was finished and had been unable to drop in on any of her friends that day. After a
