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That evening, after Catherine extricates herself from a hairy situation with seven sets of measurements—yes, Bethany insisted that she even measure the young boys and the animals—after Billings has scampered away to his ridiculously priced apartment in Alexandria, after Senator Gibson's widely disregarded apology earlier in the day ... it is time for the President to meet with his psychic advisor.
The family psychic is seated at the table, her hands fluttering, the room already abuzz with that certain mystique she imbues in her surroundings, in her every utterance and motion. She has not one but two crystal balls—one to either side—and the tarot cards are at rest before her. Aside from the chicken bones, the pot of cinders, the Ouija board, the crow's foot, the infant skull—not f
