“Well, great. Did Tessa tell you what kind of New Year’s Eve I’d be having? Because if I don’t stop listening to you and make some plans, I’m going to be sitting on my ass in the middle of my Saturn Return, with nothing to do except watch Dick Clark and that fucking ball of lights.”
“Well, Mr. Naysayer, all I can tell you is that Tessa says you need to relax and learn to expand your perspective and brace yourself for enforced changes, possible endings, and ongoing challenges and crises. Then make way for a time of new opportunities, new realizations, solidification and strengthening of foundations, new beginnings, and maturity.”
“Felicia, why is it that you can’t remember half the stuff I ask you to do, but you can remember every damn word that woman tells you?”
“Maybe ‘cause I pay her by the minute. If you do the same, I promise to remember everything.” Felicia marched out of Adam’s office, her psychic notes tightly pressed against her chest.
Adam had little time to ponder his astrological fate. There was a Tracie Watson on the phone. Her name was familiar, but Adam was unable to place her.
“Remember me?” Tracie asked.
“Sure, from the…ah…ah,” Adam stumbled.
“My husband’s birthday party. You said I could call.”
“I’m sorry, Tracie. It’s been a long day. What can I do for you?”
“I need help,” she said in a quivering voice. “Tony has hit me a few times recently in front of our son. He’s been verbally abusing me for almost a year. I’m scared.” The turmoil in Tracie’s voice radiated through the phone. “He won’t get counseling and is threatening that if I leave him, I’ll never see Willem again,” she sobbed.
“Just take a deep breath,” Adam said gently. “I’m mostly a corporate lawyer, but I’ve handled a few divorces,” Adam explained. “What can I do to help?”
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