“Your earring is behind the bed, your son hid other things there too, be careful next time,” I tell her. The woman just squeals, knowing it was simple, it’s weird knowing past events of complete strangers.

“Thanks for your amazing help!” She's pissed. Moms are patient, but can get steamed once losing solid gold earrings that you get from your new in-laws.

“I’m looking for some rose oil, do you carry any? I’d love to go to a botanica, but someone told me I can buy oils here too,” a voice calls out. Turning around, she seems nice and I guess she reads as a psychic so the rose oil she needs for emotional protection?

“You do work with protection, right? Maybe it’s me, but I always wear rose oil whenever I read someone like I’m wearing it right now to read you,”