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unwavering trust nearly proved fatal.
     
    * * * *
     
    Fifteen
minutes later, she opened the door to her petite and beaming adoptive mom, a
salt-and-pepper redhead. Her quick smile made Angela’s heart skip a beat. She
hugged her tightly, feeling closer than if Mom number two had actually given
birth to her.
    “Okay,
tell me about my grandbaby.”
    Angela
smiled. Mom had the energy of a thirty-year-old and would thoroughly enjoy
grandchildren. “Don’t hurry me, Mom. Let’s get a cup of coffee and our rolls
first.”
    When they
where seated, Angela took a long breath, let it out slowly, and then said, “Not
grandbaby, Mom. It’s grand… babies. ”
    Her
mother squealed and rushed around the table to hug her. “Really?” Her eyes
glistened with moisture.
    Angela
handed her the report and sonogram with a lump in her throat. “Twin girls.”
    “When?”
    Angela
forced down her fears and pasted on a smile. “Next July.”
    Apparently,
Mom saw no significance in the month, and began talking about helping her
decorate a room for the nursery.
    After Mom
left, it was time to get showered and dressed. Damon would be returning home
within the hour. Angela prayed they’d get some solid answers.
     
    * * * *
     
    Angela
stared at the psychic’s one-story house with its pitched roof and gingerbread
turquoise shutters. She grasped Damon’s arm a little tighter as they walked up
the stone path. “Are you telling me she runs her scam out of her home?”
    He
grinned down at her. “Relax. Think of this visit as an adventure.”
    Angela
glared at Damon. It was originally her idea to come here, but had she made a
mistake? She was grateful for what Nola had done for them in the past, but
she’d never trusted her. When she first heard about the psychic from her
mother, she’d expected a Gypsy with a black turban and jangling gold earrings.
After they met for the first time at the ritual out in the wild, hilly acreage
behind the mansion, it had stunned her to learn that the psychic was a spunky
Barbie doll dwarf in high-heeled boots.
    She
wondered what surprises Barbie had in store for them today. She rubbed her
throbbing head. Each time she doubted the validity of the results of Madam
Nola’s ritual, she reminded herself she’d actually seen her own wolf
counterpart sucked out from within her body and enter Damon. And then, she’d
seen both wolves sucked from Damon nostrils and run off into the hills.
    Damon
rang the bell, setting off muted chimes, reminiscent of those often heard in
old England. Madam Nola appeared wearing a flowing rainbow robe in a delicate,
nearly transparent fabric. The silver and sparkling jewel-like pinwheel designs
woven over her breasts drew attention to the little woman’s bosomy figure. On
each padded shoulder, she had two magnificent white Cockatoos. Their hook-beaks
and claws looked sharp. A sudden guttural caw made Angela flinch.
    “Don’t
let Ka and Ba frighten you,” Madam Nola said. “That was Ba’s way of saying
welcome.” The wily psychic’s hair was no longer in the sleek page-boy style
she’d worn at their first meeting. Instead, it was in a crown of platinum curls
with ruby and emerald crystals woven into each kinky strand. A couple of longer
wisps coiled around her ears like silver snakes. The psychic stepped aside,
seeming inches taller in her gold, spiky pumps. “Come in, Mr. and Mrs. Lamont.”
    She waved
them in with a flourish of her child-sized arm and led them through an
entryway, past pictures of her dwarfed family tree, to a regular-sized table
covered with a small tapestry with wolves on it. Seeing the wolf decor caused
the fine hairs on the back of Angela’s neck to prickle. She’d forgotten that
wolves were also part of Madam Nola’s heritage.
    “Congratulations
on your marriage and the coming births.” Madam Nola’s green eyes glistened with
what Angela felt was mischief and dancing dollar signs.
    “Did my mom
call?”
    “No. My
crystal ball told me about