Cheryl looked up from the cards on the table. “You already know what you need to do, Shonda. We talk about this every time you come here. Your reading has been almost the same for months.” She didn’t usually like to have this tone with her clients, but Shonda was a regular who needed some convincing to act.
“I know, but I’m waiting for the time to be right.” She pushed her long black braids behind her shoulder. She was so young. Her full round face shone with an innocent enthusiasm Cheryl wished she still had.
“The time will never be perfect. The perfect time to start something is whenever you decide to start it. It’s time to move forward with the book you said you wanted to write. Look at the cards.” Cheryl’s voice rose as she motioned to the cards. “They keep telling you this is the t
