Lucy Sullivan Is Getting Married
Chapter One
When Meredia reminded me that the four of us from the office
were due to visit a fortune-teller the following day, my
stomach lurched.
"You've forgotten," accused Meredia, her chubby face aquiver.
I had.
She slapped her hand down on her desk and warned, "Don't even
think of trying to tell me that you're not coming."
"Damn," I whispered, because that was just what I had been
about to do. Not because I had any objections to having my
fortune told. On the contrary - it was usually good for a
laugh. Especially when they got to the part where they told me
that the man of my dreams was just around the next corner. That
part was always hilarious.
Even I laughed.
But I was poor. Although I had just been paid, my bank account
was a post-holocaust, corpse-strewn wasteland because the day
I'd been paid, I'd spent a fortune on aromatherapy oils that
had promised to rejuvenate and energize and uplift me.
And bankrupt me, except it didn't say that on the packaging.
But I think the idea was that I'd be so rejuvenated and
energized and uplifted that I wouldn't care.
So when Meredia reminded me that. I'd committed myself to
paying some woman thirty pounds so that she could tell me that
I would travel over water an ... read full excerpt from: Lucy Sullivan Is Getting Married ebook
