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her old PayPal account and broke into a smile when she saw the balance left over from her pimping days—a little over three thousand dollars. Not a fortune, but it was something she could put toward her makeover.
    Her smile faded when she recalled the small fortune she had hidden inside a safe in her former home. That money could have gone toward her surgery if rapper and entertainment mogul, Smash Hitz, hadn’t cleaned her out of all her possessions immediately after the tragedy. He’d wasted no time in getting his people to clear out and reclaim the mini mansion she’d been renting from him. That thief needed to be dealt with, but she decided to leave the past behind her. She was confident that moving on and working as a psychic was going to bring in untold fortune and fame.
    Misty glanced up from the screen and asked Johanna, “Is your reporter friend telling readers to send the donations here at the hospital?”
    â€œYes, this is your home until the social worker finds a facility for you. After you’re discharged, the hospital will forward your mail to your new address.”
    â€œNah, that’s not gonna work. First of all, I’m not going to any facility for invalids. My man is gonna find a place for us, but I need to ask you a favor.”
    â€œSure, Misty.”
    Misty glanced at the hospital-issued phone that sat on a table next to her bed. “Would you call Sharon for me and hold the receiver up to my ear?”
    â€œNot a problem. Why don’t you use my cell? I’ll put it on speaker.” Johanna entered the reporter’s number in her phone and said, “Hi, Sharon. I’m in Misty’s room and she’d like to speak with you.” Johanna set the phone on speaker and placed it on Misty’s bed.
    Not wasting anytime on pleasantries, Misty got right down to business. “I’m not going to be in the hospital much longer, and so I need you to change the address for the donations. I prefer that donations be sent directly to my PayPal account.”
    â€œOh, I didn’t know you had PayPal set up, being that you only recently came out of a coma,” Sharon said.
    â€œIt’s an old account, but it’s still active.” Misty gave her the email address associated with the account and then said, “One more thing, I need copies of the photos you’re using in the article. You can send them to the same email address. Okay?”
    â€œSure.” Sharon sounded a little uncertain. From her tone, she was somewhat taken aback by Misty’s aggressive attitude, but Misty was too busy wheeling and dealing to care what the reporter thought of her. She gave a head nod to Johanna, indicating that she was through with the conversation. Johanna picked up the phone and sheepishly told her friend that she’d talk to her later. Then, she stared at Misty.
    â€œWhat?” Misty asked, playing innocent.
    â€œI didn’t realize you were such a go-getter. The way you’re handling your situation is commendable; I’m impressed.”
    â€œI don’t mess around when it comes to making money. And right now, I need a lot of it. How much do think it’s gonna cost to get my face fixed?”
    â€œYou’d have to talk to a plastic surgeon about facial reconstructive surgery, but I’d estimate it’s going to cost somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty or thirty thousand.”
    â€œThat’s not a problem. I’ll have that amount in no time,” Misty said with assurance.
    â€œI like your confidence, but it might not be a good idea to get your hopes up. Getting that kind of money may take a lot longer than you expect.”
    â€œYou don’t know me very well,” Misty commented, the finger of her impaired hand swiping the iPad screen with remarkable dexterity.
    â€œThe reading you gave was so fascinating, I’m eager to tell my friends to book a session with you after you’re