EE O NAA
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Now, totally dried out from hours of crying, she feels calmer, and ready to take the blame. What had she been thinking?
How could she have been so stupid, gullible? Verishna lived in a trailer camp, for Christmas sake. Any fool would have realized that a true love potion would have netted the psychic a penthouse apartment in the Trump Towers. Now, the man Jenna loved, lived for, would be a vegetable, or something worse — dead.
A man in hospital greens pushes through the swinging door. “Ms. Wheeler?”
“Yes?” she mutters.
“We have good news. Mr. Hartnett is conscious now. Other than having a very bad headache, his vitals are fine.”
“Thank God.” Relief she has never known sweeps through her. “When can I see him?”
Leonard is in a small room by himself. The head of the hospital bed is cranked up and he’s sitting with a breakfast tray in front of him. A nurse busies herself in the corner.
“Hey, Jenna.”
She rushes to him and kisses his cheek.
He smiles brightly. “What’s that for?”
Jenna laughs nervously. How ridiculous that neither of them can remember what happened, but there’d be more memories to make once everything returned to normal. “Just happy to see you.”
His dark eyes are luminous, and he, like herself earlier in the day, has a rosy glow.
The nurse comes over to bed. “I’ll leave you two alone.”
Leonard’s glance passes beyond Jenna. “Thanks, Maria. But don’t go far.”
Jenna turns and glares at the woman. Sheis young, with poreless skin and deep almond eyes. Her long eyelashes flutter as a blush, crimson red, spreads across her cheeks.
Jenna pivots abruptly and studies Leonard.
His eyes remain tangled up in the nurse’s gaze. “Was Maria here when you woke up?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
Jenna doesn’t answer. Verishna’s words echo in her ears. “It is only after a deep sleep, and after the eyes meet, that the final connection, the everlasting communion, is made.”
Jenna steps back, stung by the two radiant faces.
“EE O NAA,” she wails and collapses to the floor.
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