At His Fingertips

"So if i want this grant, I should let you read my palm?, The young woman bumped the table with a knee, sloshing the gingko-chamomile tea Esmeralda McElroy had brewed to enhance alertness and calm for her and her clients.

"It's not a requirement, hon. Consider it a bonus gift." Esmeralda zeroed in on Cindy's face. Something was wrong with Cindy's grant application and Esmeralda had to figure out what. Esmeralda's psychic skills weren't a formal part of her job as director of the Dream A Little Dream Foundation, but they were the reason she'd been hired after the first director left. Olivia, the founder, had been a palm client and trusted Esmeralda implicitly.

The proposal for an exercise playland for toddlers was solid, but as Cindy explained the benefits of large-muscle development and parent-child bonding, her eyes were empty, her aura gray with gloom. Cindy had a dream, but it wasn't this one.

"A gift? And this will help?, Cindy bit her lip.

"I could read tea leaves if you prefer." Esmie had recently ordered some silver-needle tea that produced dramatic configurations. "Your aura is as gray as a rain cloud." smiled kindly.

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