Last Sunday, I flew to Oakland to work a house warming party.  My client has been a regular caller for at least 4 years.  I worked a psychic fair and met her brother there, and he referred me to his sister.  It was the first time we met in person, and she is more beautiful in person.

Each guest took turns sitting on the king size bed with me as I read their cards.  I sat down with one lady and knew she had suffered grave loss in her life.  She looked at me stoned faced, and said that she just went to a funeral and her friend had just lost her man to a heart ache.

I read her friend too, and she wasn't ready to hear what I had to say.  She was planning a wedding and her partner dropped dead just last week.  She said that he had a happy look on his face as he laid in his kitchen.  She felt he is really at peace.  He was a poet, so we took turns reading from his book.

I stayed the night and slept in, because my cellphone was broken.  I flew out on Monday and saw San Francisco from the plane and the fog created a mystic setting.