by Coralie Moss
“Do you feel that?” Sallie asked.
“I do. What do you think it is?”
Sallie pressed her lips together, grabbed the headrests of the front seats, and hauled herself to the front. “I know who it is.” She dumped the contents of her purse in the footwell, jammed the bag on her head, and reached for where I’d tossed my sunglasses on the dashboard. “Adelaide and Meribah share a lover and he’s here. Complete with his faithful entourage.”
Sallie flicked her thumb at the windshield and wiggled deeper into the passenger seat.
The last pedestrian had stepped onto the sidewalk. I hit the blinker, signalling a right hand turn, when two people stepped off the curb to my left. They were followed by a trio, then another couple and I watched, jaw agape.
“Shut your mouth,” Sallie hissed. “You’re giving us away.”
I clamped my lips together, adjusted the rear view mirror, and pretended there was nothing more fascinating than whatever was going on with the blemish on my chin. The man in the middle demanded my attention. Slightly shorter than the six clustered to his back, sides, and front, he was the only one not wearing a bluetooth device in their ear.
Disconnected from technology, he was acutely connected to the swirling, Magical signature I could see even with my eyes wide open.
The seven disappeared around the corner. I inched into traffic and glanced to my right in time to see the couple bringing up the rear step into the Flechette Building. The reflection on the glass doors hid the interior and a honk from behind hurried me along.
“That was intense,” I said, bursting into a nervous giggle.
“That was Odilon Vigne.” Sallie removed my sunglasses, pulled her fringe-edged bag over her head, and scratched at her scalp. “Why are you whispering?
I laughed. “Because I don’t want them to hear me.”
She turned toward me, and asked, “Can we go home now?”
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