“They better,” she said. “And I’ll prove it to you. I’ll get a reading and then a receipt.”
“Whatever you say,” Dylan said with a laugh.
“And when I do,” Abby continued, “you’ll have to be our servants for a day.”
“Aren’t we already?” he asked.
“And if you don’t, then you’ll have to be ours.” Jake smiled.
“I guarantee that won’t be happening,” I said.
My friends cuddled and studied with their boyfriends as I imagined what my fortune might be.
I gazed outside. I could see the moon hanging in the cloudless blue sky. It looked lonely, staring back at me. I wondered if it thought the same of me.
Chapter Six
A Penny for Your Thoughts
After school, Ivy, Abby, and I left the suburbs for the more rural side of Legend’s Run. Farms, lakes, and vineyards filled the landscape. I always thought the Westside had more character. However, Ivy and Abby were only interested in the strip and indoor malls, restaurants, and fast food in the burbs. Even the yuppies didn’t stop in Riverside but rather pedaled through it on the bike trail on weekend outings. As the years passed, I had no reason to venture there on my own.
As we came into Riverside, antiques shops, used car lots, and neighborhoods without homeowners associations lined the terrain. The businesses had left for the suburbs, and the downtown wasn’t as viable as it once was. However, a small town remained, including a hardware store, bars, flea and farmers’ markets, a biker bar, and Gerald’s Garage—where Gerald still pumped the gas.
“Let’s not run out of gas!” Ivy said.
“It’s not like we’re on the other side of the earth,” I said. “We could walk back.”
“Are you crazy? Walk?” Abby asked, horrified. This comment was coming from the jayvee champion track star. I guess it just mattered where she walked.
“Jake said it’s dangerous down by Riverside. So far, it doesn’t look that bad to me.”
“I think it’s beautiful,” I said, gazing into a wooded area. “All these trees and hills.”
“But where do people who live here shop?” Ivy asked. “I haven’t seen a mall for miles.”
“Yes,” Abby said. “And where is a community pool? There aren’t even any health clubs here.”
“I guess you don’t need a treadmill if you are plowing a field.” Ivy laughed.
“They have cars, just like us,” I defended. “If they want to go to a mall, they drive just like we do.”
We continued on and passed a wooded area that ran along the road for about half a mile. Then we came into the small downtown area.
On the tiny main street many shops were vacant, but the ones that remained—a tattoo and piercing parlor, a hair salon, and a florist—seemed to be thriving.
“We could get a tat,” Abby said. “I think a tramp stamp would be really cool. Dylan would love it.”
“No one is coming at me with a needle,” Ivy said. “Not even for a guy.”
I imagined the tattoos my friends would have: Ivy’s would be a designer label drawn on her arm, and Abby might have one of a volleyball.
Ivy parked her car at the meter in front of Penny for Your Thoughts.
“I don’t have change,” Ivy said. Ivy was used to paying for things with plastic. I don’t even think she owned a coin purse.
“How much should I put in?” Abby asked, rummaging through her purse.
“I don’t know how long it takes to get a reading. I’ve never done it before,” Ivy said. “Is it longer than a massage or a pedi?”
I shrugged my shoulders. I’d had a pedicure several years ago for my sister’s graduation. I was so relaxed and zoned out I forgot how long it took.
I fished some change out of my hoodie pocket and fed the meter.
Penny for Your Thoughts was quite the curiosity shop. Candles, crystals, jewelry, books, and the smell of incense filled the one-room store.
I examined books on healing, numerology, astrology, angels, and interpreting dreams. There were so many different paranormal ideas, I wasn’t sure how a person decided which one to believe in.
I did like the mood of the shop. It was very calm and relaxing. Soothing mandolin, harp, and flute music played over the sound of a roaring ocean. The store was a nice change of pace from our frenetic high school, with lockers slamming and students yelling across the hallway. I was just hoping I could stay awake long enough to get my fortune told.
“Doesn’t anyone run this place?” Abby asked. She got irritated if she wasn’t immediately greeted like a VIP upon entering a store or restaurant.