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find out.”
    Matt smiled and watched her. She hated when he did this, staring her down until she cracked.
    Finally, she looked up. “What?”
    He shrugged, his smile growing wider. “I didn’t say anything.”
    â€œWhy are you staring at me?”
    â€œCan’t I stare at you? You look pretty with your hair wet.” He leaned over and flicked a curl off her forehead.
    Lucy resisted his attempt at distracting her. “I know when you’re trying to change the subject, hon .”
    â€œThere is no subject, hon. You were talking about some fortune-teller at the knitting shop. Cassandra something?”
    â€œWaters. And she’s a psychic, not a fortune-teller.”
    â€œOh, is there a difference?”
    Now that he’d brought it up, she wasn’t sure. Lucy stood up and began clearing the plates. “I don’t know. I have to check. We really just want to see how she works. We told Edie Steiber we’d try to figure out if she was a fake. Edie’s niece Nora has been visiting the psychic a few times a week. She’s been giving her a lot of money.”
    â€œOh . . . I see. It’s sort of a favor to Edie then, having this woman read your fortunes at the shop?”
    â€œUh-huh.” Lucy nodded and continuing clearing. “Edie’s very upset. I guess we’re curious, too,” she admitted.
    â€œIt could be interesting. Aren’t you curious to hear what she tells you?” Matt seemed to be taking her seriously now. Or was he just teasing? She wasn’t sure.
    â€œI guess so. I guess it depends on what she says,” she added. “You cooked, I’ll clean up.” She picked up the stack of dishes and headed to the kitchen, the dogs following her every step.
    Matt leaned back in his chair and watched her, still wearing that little smile. As if he knew something that she didn’t know. And didn’t want to tell her. About her future?
    Probably just amused that she was seeing a psychic. He was very rational and logical, being a doctor. He didn’t believe in anything that had not been proven by controlled, scientific observation or written up in textbooks. That had to be it. He secretly thought this whole business was a load of bunk, but didn’t want to make her feel foolish. Lucy more or less agreed with him. And yet, maybe she did expect Cassandra Waters to tell her something startling and true. Maybe Matt sensed that, too?
    Lucy set a dish of chicken scraps for Tink and Wally on the floor and started loading the dishwasher.
    She had no idea what Cassandra might say, but when she got home Thursday night, she’d give Matt a full report. And they’d have a good laugh. She was certain of that.

Chapter Four
    â€œI t feels strange, sitting here without my knitting.” Suzanne gazed around the table and took a sip of wine.
    â€œAnd for once, we’re all here on time. Myself included,” Lucy added. “But I did ask her to come at seven fifteen, just to be on the safe side.” Lucy checked her phone, wondering if Cassandra Waters would be late.
    Maggie had served a platter of cheese, fruit, and crackers and there was a bottle of wine and glasses on the oak cabinet nearby. No one was eating or drinking much tonight, anxious about the psychic reading, Lucy suspected. Though no one had admitted that.
    â€œIt does feel odd, sitting here, staring at each other. Let’s knit while we wait. I don’t think any spirits who are waiting to chat will mind.” Dana put on her reading glasses and picked up her knitting bag.
    â€œWhat are we watching for, exactly? Will she pull cards from her sleeve, or something like that?” Phoebe tugged a bright orange project from her bag. Lucy couldn’t tell what it was it going to be; there were only a few rows done so far.
    Phoebe had switched for the warmer months from marketing socks on her Crafty Cricket Web page to selling knitted bikinis.