“How about we do it at my place this time?”
“Okay.”
She let him lead her into his apartment and left worries about Judgment Day for another time.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Daisy
I heal my body,
I heal my mind,
I draw on the power of those who stand with me,
I heal the sacred within me,
I heal the ones who stand with me,
I am whole.
And so it is.
—A spell for healing
Daisy couldn’t have been happier with the way that the tarot night came together. They’d had twenty-five women sign up for the event since they’d first posted it. Soraya had made cream cakes with Maibowle wine, topped with strawberry slices and sweet woodruff sprigs, lemon honey cakes with candied citrus slices on top, and savory scones with herbs from Aggie’s garden.
The shop was decorated with bunches of flowers, swaths of flowing fabric, and woven ribbon that mirrored the look of a maypole. They put three folding tables together to make a long banquet table, with a brightly patterned cloth covering the whole thing. Candles in golden holders were placed down the length of it, and malachite and rose quartz were scattered in a line like glimmering stardust.
“Daisy, I’d like for you to give readings tonight.” With only two hours until the event, it was a surprising request for Aggie to make.
“I don’t know if I can give a reading,” Daisy said.
“Why not? You’ve become very familiar with the cards.”
“But I don’t know if I ... I’m not like you.” Daisy looked over at the deck of cards just to her left, a strange, burning sensation in her chest.
“It’s intuition,” Aggie said. “Everyone has intuition. Everyone has magic. All you have to do is tap into that voice inside of you. You can do it for yourself, and you can do it for others.”
“You think I can?”
“Daisy, I know you can. The way you have always planned for everyone, cared for them, that’s been you using your intuition to discover what they need. This is something you already know how to do.”
Daisy had never thought of any of that as intuition, but it made some sense. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
Soraya was busy behind the counter, fussing with baked goods, and even though Nora had seemed a little bit off ever since her fight with Sam, she was better than she had been before their bonfire night. Soraya, for her part, seemed cheerful.
“How was your date?” Daisy asked.
Soraya smiled. “It was very good.”
“Oh, I recognize that face,” Daisy said. “It’s the exact same face I made after Zach absolutely rocked my body for the first time.”
Soraya shrugged. “Well, it wasn’t the first time, but I’m growing. And changing. And enjoying the incredibly handsome man who likes me.”
“Good for you,” Daisy said. “You.” She turned to Nora. “What are you going to do about Sam?”
“I just need to fully let go of all my terror at changing things with him and screwing us up.”
