On a dare from my boyfriend, I went and visited Madam Emile’s. She was a fortune teller on the west side of town.
The old rusted bell hanging on the door rang as I entered; alerting Madam Emile that she had a customer.
I almost laughed as she entered the room. She looked like a gypsy woman, all spruced up in her jewels and bright colors. A hat as tall as the ceiling sat atop her dark colored hair. She looked to be a magician. I suppose she did perform mind tricks.
“I have been expecting you.” Her voice aged.
“No, not me.” I laughed.
“Yes, you dear.” We sat at a small round table in a dark corner.
She looked deep into her Celestial Crystal ball and without hesitation began to speak.
“Your Grandfather whom you love so much has a message for you.”
“That’s impossible. He’s been dead for years.”
“Listen girl!”
“You don’t have to be rude.”
“He has left something for you. You can find it on the bench you and he shared numerous times in Central Park. You know the one.”
“Blasphemy!” I yelled as I slammed my payment down and ran out the door.
I cried as I walked down Main Street, kicking leaves from in front of me. Curiousity led me to the place Madam Emile spoke of.
There on the wooden bench sat a small velvet box. My body began to shake. The supernatural was not something I believed in.
“Marry me, Lucy?” I turned to see Vick down on one knee.
I considered that he knew me well enough to pull this off. He listened to my every word and never forgot anything that I deemed important. I loved him very much.
Angrily, I said yes! He lifted me from the ground. His joyous laughter was contagious.
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