chapter 20

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Out of breath, I arrived at Penny for Your

Thoughts to find the shop dark and a hanging

sign with the word CLOSED.

I wondered if Dr. Meadows was sequestered

in her back room giving another cliched reading

like she had given to my friends. Or was she

giving one like mine - dead-on?

Whatever she was telling her client, it

couldn't be more important than what I had to

tell her. I knocked until my hand hurt.

A man the size of several normal fathers

combined, with a shaved head and more tattoos

than skin, lumbered out from the store next to

Penny for Your Thoughts.

"She's closed today. Can't you read the

sign?"

"Uh... yes. It was just that sometimes she

puts the sign out when she's doing a reading."

"This is her day to stay at home."

The man could have easy squashed me like

a bug. Normally, I would have gotten back in my

car and given way to the large, tattooed obstacle

obstructing my goal. But Brandon's life was on

the line and I had to drum up all my courage to

get to Dr. Meadows.

"Do you know where she lives?" I asked in

my nicest voice. "This is very important."

I'm not sure what that tattooed man deemed

important - or if he was going to demand

details. I wasn't about to admit to him that my

new love was a werewolf.

He obviously didn't think I was the type to

be hanging around a tattoo parlor and didn't

seem to want to be further bothered by my

presence. I waited outside his shop as he popped

inside - afraid the tattoo artist was going to ink

Dr. Meadows's address on my back. Instead, he

returned quietly and was kind enough to write it

down on a piece of paper.

I followed his directions closely.

I arrived at a two-story cottage home that

appeared delightfully magical. Wood-carved

sculptures lined the yard. Orbs of every color

dotted what must have been a summertime

garden. Ceramic and mosaic tiles spelled out New

Age affirmations. Artistic symbols of every religion

hung from the porch. I was met with the tune of

a thousand wind chimes clanging in the breeze. I

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