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a hex. And if you laugh one more time you’ll be waiting
outside.”
    “Witchcraft.” I
say, waving my arms. “Um? You want to elaborate?”
    “It’s a hex.
Hexes are someone’s ill will made real. Bad feelings brought to
life and set loose on some unsuspecting victim. A couple hundred
years ago, you’d see hexes hanging onto half the people around
here, but it’s not so common anymore.”
    “So why can I
see it?”
    “Like I said,
some people are just born that way and others get their gifts
around your age. Hexes are rare. This is probably just the first
time you ever actually saw a hex, so it’s the first time you
discovered that you can see them.”
    I can’t believe
this. It seems way too crazy. “A hex.”
    “Sounds like
it. I can’t see ‘em myself, but if this thing’s reaching out and
making life worse on this Dina girl, then yeah. She’s hexed.”
    “So what do we
do about it?” I ask.
    “What you mean
do?”
    “How do we
un-hex her?”
    “I’m not a
witch, I’m a psychic reader. I’m really no expert on this. But from
what I know, I can tell you this: it’ll go away on its own. Like I
said, a hex is one person’s bad feelings projected onto another.
But over time those feelings will level off and fade away, and so
will the hex. Turning off lights, tripping her, that’s pretty weak
stuff. I’d say whoever did this has no real power and they probably
just read about hexing on the internet. I bet they don’t even
realize that their hex worked. Give it a few weeks, and as the bad
feelings weaken, so will the hex.”
    “But what if
the bad feelings get stronger? The hex will get worse? It already
upgraded from turning off the lights to making her scrape her knee.
I mean, what if next time it trips her into traffic?”
    “Or maybe it
will make her spill her coffee. Oooh, scary!” says Tam. The psychic
shoots her a look that makes her shut up.
    “This isn’t
funny, kid, and you will keep your mouth shut!” she orders.
    “Oh come on,
guys, you don’t really believe all this?” Tam asks us.
    “You can wait
outside,” says Madame.
    “No, she’s
fine. She’ll shut up,” I say, looking over my shoulder at Ryan,
raising my eyebrows to say ‘control your girlfriend.’ I look back
at Madame and ask a question that I’m not sure I actually believe.
“You do readings here. See the future?”
    “I see a likely
outcome, but the future’s never set. Like I said, sometimes you
walk right into the prophecy, like there was nothing you could do
to change it. Other times, my words are enough to change how you
act, and you avoid the prediction. I just try to give folks a
little guidance.”
    That sounds
like a convenient way to say she makes no guarantees, but I’m not
looking to start a fight. I’d actually like to have some help. “Can
you see my future? Or, Dina’s? Can you tell me if the hex will go
away or if it will get worse?”
    “I can try to
offer guidance, but I’ve never met this girl. What I see will be
for you, not for her.”
    “OK.”
    She slides the
crystal ball in front of me and tells me to place my hands on it,
then she puts her own hands on top of mine. “Just relax and let me
see what I can see,” she tells me.
    “I see a yellow
light, lashing out. It’s like it has six arms.”
    “Tentacles,” I
say, before I can even stop myself.
    “Yes.
Tentacles. It’s strong, bright. I expected to feel the typical
emotions of ill will: jealousy, hatred. This is more like anger.
Someone’s very mad at this girl.”
    “So it’s
getting worse?”
    “Shh.”
    The psychic
looks at me, and at the air around my head. It’s a strange thing,
having someone look through you. I’m just hoping that I’m not being
scammed.
    “Oh for God’s
sake, all she did was repeat what you told her and make some stuff
up,” says Tam.
    The psychic’s
nostrils flare. “You, Tamara, will get your ass kicked very soon.
Someone’s gonna put you in the hospital.” She doesn’t say