But when I got to the part about Charlotte, she growled and said, “I always had a bad feeling about her.”
“You’ve met her?” I asked.
She shook her head. “She has a way of making herself be known. Trust me.”
I nodded. “How did you know all of that was going to happen anyway?”
“I didn’t,” she said. “As I have said before, I only get clues. Sort of premonitions of things that may come to pass. The future is never written in stone.”
“Oh,” I said.
“So, the ex, huh?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I muttered.
“Too bad there’s not some repellent for evil, ex-boyfriends,” she muttered.
I laughed. “That would be amazing. I would so buy stock.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked. Her green eyes took in mine, and I saw she truly wanted to be helpful.
I smiled. “I don’t know. I would hate for you to become involved and get hurt somehow.”
“Nonsense,” she said batting the air with a hand. “I offered. Besides, this is what I do for a living.”
“Okay…” I tried to think of something she might be able to help with, but it wasn’t like I had the concept of what she was able to do much less where I needed the help. I wasn’t a tactician in the least. “I can’t think of anything.”
“Well, when you do think of something, let me know… want my number just in case?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Sure. It would be nice to keep in touch with you too once I head home.”
I pulled my phone from my purse and pulled up my contacts, but when I looked up, I found her staring off, and she held perfectly still. I stiffened unsure of what to do. Seconds later, she blinked away whatever trance she was under and settled her gaze on me.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“What?” she asked and pulled out her phone from her pocket.
“You just stared off for several seconds,” I said.
“Oh. I had a vision,” she said.
“About me?” I asked.
She sighed but her lips pulled into a wide grin. “I really can’t say.”
“Bummer,” I said, playing along.
Minutes later, we had each other’s names and numbers put into our phones, and I tossed back the rest of the tea. The drink had grown cold and had more of a bitter hit. I made a face.
Maxine laughed. “Tea got cold huh?”
I nodded. “Yeah, a bit.”
“Want some more?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Sure.”
Maxine stood to head inside to make us some more tea while I stayed put and breathed in the fresh mountain air, daydreaming about what it would be like to live here. Could I make that decision? Would I uproot my life in Denver and start completely over here?