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Elizabeth Lawson, the woman recommended by Betsy Handler, seemed very anxious when I opened my door. She was dressed in a pair of dark slacks and muted plaid blazer. Her hair was a frosted blonde and her makeup skillfully applied. Her coloring was fair, with large blue eyes in a round face. She was a picture- perfect Cancer rising. Elizabeth was my height and slightly heavier. Her hand felt clammy when we shook. She was only a few years older than I, but she appeared more matronly. Her demeanor was very conservative or constrained, for lack of a better word. I had straightened up the apartment and my office, clearing folders off the desk. I always make sure the large amethyst crystal is next to my computer monitor as a reminder of humility, to always keep the client’s needs in the foref
