High Priestess

4.4

September 13, 1978

Walking into Divinity, Stevie let out a sigh of relief. She felt at home and she felt the spirits ramming full force into her. She was wearing a black tight dress that showed off her 30-week bump with a pair of black tights and overtop of it was a red kimono with black flowers on it. She was the first one there so once she unlocked the door she started puttering around with everything, and when she heard the next person walk into the shop she got excited. 

"I swear I locked this door last night," Robin muttered closing it and then turning around to spot Stevie waving at her. 

"Oh my god!" Robin gasps practically sprinting over to her and pulling her into her arms.

"Hey, Robi," Stevie whispers.

"We were keeping up with the court cases but we had no idea where to find you," Robin replies.

"Well, I'm here now and I'm ready to work, well...for about seven weeks anyway, then Emlyn is coming." She places Robin's hand on her stomach. 

"Emlyn is she Lindsey's or Mick's...please tell me she's not Mick's." Robin looks at her.

"No, she's Lindsey's. I found out I was pregnant at Crossley, The Tarot told me and then the High Priestess came to visit me in my dream. She told me that my little girl was going to come out perfectly fine after the electroshock torment Mick put us through." Stevie explains.

"But that's good." Robin explains.

"It is...we're excited for her...which Robin, will you be her fairy godmother?" Stevie asks taking her hands. 

"Oh of course I will." Robin smiles. 

***

The day was going by quickly. Way too quickly for Stevie's liking, but as she was munching on some Salad, at the checkout desk the bell above the door rang and she looked over to see the redhead that introduced her to the whole mess in the first place.

"Stevie, oh thank God you're here. Can I hug you?" She questions.

"I don't care. What are you doing here?" Stevie shrugs coming around the counter as Lori wraps her arms around her.

"I'm honestly...I'm looking for a job." She looks down.

"A job?" Stevie cocks an eyebrow as her colleagues emerge from their respective rooms, Minnie and Sharon had appointments, Robin took a walk in because now Stevie was back so the shop was never left alone. 

"Mick's company went up in flames. After news broke about him putting you in a mental institution and all of that, artists started dropping like flies, saying that they didn't want to be under a contract with a wife-abuser. So he's in jail and I quit." Lori shrugs.

"If I recall correctly, you didn't believe in any of this." Stevie shakes her head.

"And while I don't that doesn't mean I can't be a hell of a seller and I was so intrigued by your stuff I was about to get up the courage to ask you for a Tarot reading when you left." Lori explains,

"Come on, come into my space." Stevie nods her head towards her room, her room that hasn't been occupied in close to a year. 

Lori gets into the room and she just looks around and gawks at all of the cards along the walls. 

"I kinda want to buy one." She states.

"You can, prices range from 5-15 bucks, let me do your Tarot first and then we'll see if you want to take those next steps. Do you want sugarcoated or brutally honest?" Stevie inquires going over to her nightstand where she keeps her cards locked up tightly.