“Are you sure about this?” Karma asked.
“Not really, but do you have a better idea?”
Karma paced across Fate’s lush garden with her hands behind her back. “It’s risky.”
“Of course it is. Nothing worthwhile is without risks.”
“Did you get that off a T-shirt?”
“Coffee mug.”
“Same thing.”
“Come here and sit down, Karma. You’re making me nervous,” Fate said.
Karma slipped into the small chair opposite her sister at a wrought-iron bistro table.
“Tea?” Fate snapped her fingers, and two bone china cups plus a steaming porcelain teapot appeared on the table.
“I hope there’s ginseng in there. It’s supposed to stimulate brain cells. We need all the help we can get.”
Fate tittered and poured a cup of tea for Karma and another for herself. “You can fix it however you like.”
Karma snapped her fingers and took a sip of her ginseng tea with honey. “Delicious. Thank you, Sister.”
“You’re welcome. Now, how do we introduce two people who already know each other for a blind date?”
“It shouldn’t be hard. Just summon them both here, and tell them what we have in mind.”
“Then stand back and wait for the inevitable fallout?” Fate asked.
“Oh, ye of little faith.” Karma took another sip of tea. “Look, Gaia already knows what we’re doing. She won’t be surprised. In fact, I think she’ll be pleased we chose someone she already likes.”
“I’m not so sure.”
“Well, we won’t know unless we try.” Karma shrugged.
“True.” Both goddesses finished their tea in silence. Karma was hoping some kind of plan B would occur to her as they sat there, but nothing came to mind.
Fate snapped her fingers, and all the items on the table disappeared. “All right. Here goes nothing.”
“Wait a minute,” Karma said. “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, right?”
“What are you thinking?”
Karma snapped her fingers, and the table was set for lunch. A small rose in a bud vase graced the center.
“Perfect! Okay, now, before we chicken out, let’s do this.” Fate rose and looked at the sky. “Apollo! I beseech you. Come here!”
The handsome sun god floated to earth in a gleam of light.
“Fate! Karma! What a pleasant surprise.”
“Here’s hoping,” Karma muttered under her breath.
Fate gave her sister a quick headshake. “Apollo, dear. We hoped you’d join us for lunch.”
“Sure. That sounds great.” Apollo produced a third chair, but before he sat down, Fate created another one.
