“It’s beautiful,” Skylar gushed, then hiccuped. “I love all the colors and patterns together. Very bohemian.”
I made a face at Jillian and she wrinkled her nose. She and I had more understated taste than our fashionably trendy middle sister.
“What’s that smell?” Jillian asked.
“Is burning sage. I just finish smudging.” Madam Psuka sounded pleased with her puh-self.
“What’s smudging?”
“Is ancient practice used for clearing away negative energy and purifying a space. You are very lucky to be my first reading after is done.” She gestured toward the rug. “Please have seat.”
“Can I please use your bathroom?” I asked, fidgeting uncomfortably.
“Of course. Is right over there.” She pointed toward the small galley kitchen, and I found the bathroom right across from it. There was no door, just a curtain of beads, but at this point I didn’t care. After relieving myself of what seemed like fifty pints of pee for every ounce of vodka I’d consumed, I washed my hands and joined my sisters and Madam Psuka on the rug, where they were all sitting cross-legged in a circle like Story Time at the library.
“She’s going to do a short reading for each of us!” squealed Skylar.
“Normally I do only one reading per group for free,” explained Madam Psuka. “But the energy is so good tonight that I feel the spirits vant me to be generous.”
“Wait. Are there spirits here in this room?” Jillian asked, glancing over her shoulder.
“Of course.” Madam Psuka gave my oldest sister a You’re Dumb and I’m a Medium look. “Spirits are always among us.”
A cool shivery feeling crept up my back, despite the warmth in the apartment from all the rugs and blankets and candles. Right away I shook it off. Get a hold of yourself. There’s no such thing as spirits or ghosts or even psychics. This is all just for fun.
“So who is first?” Madam Psuka looked from one sister to the next.
“Me,” said Jillian, scooting closer to the medium. “I’m the oldest, so I should go first.”
Skylar and I exchanged a look. How many times had we heard that before?
Madam Psuka nodded and took Jillian’s hand in both of hers. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and appeared to be concentrating very hard.
“Should I think about anything in particular?” Jillian asked, and my heart ached a little. I knew how badly she wanted to meet someone.
“Just relax. Let your mind wander naturally. Let energy of life flow through you.”
Jillian closed her eyes and the room went silent for a moment, the only sound the sizzle of the candlewicks and the medium’s breathing. Her nose made sort of a whistling noise, and I had to hide my face in my shoulder to keep from laughing.
Then she spoke. “Are you dirty?”
For a moment, I was on the verge of cracking up until I realized she meant thirty, but didn’t pronounce her th’s very well. Still, I had to hide my face in my shoulder to stifle the laugh.
“Yes.” Jillian sounded amazed. “I am thirty. And I was just thinking about my age.”
“And you are caretaker—no, something stronger. You are healer.”
Skylar gasped and my jaw fell open. Had we said anything about Jilly being a pediatrician? I didn’t think we had. Could this woman have guessed?
“You are strong, sympathetic, generous.” Madam Psuka spoke confidently, in amazingly good English considering it wasn’t her first language. “You are always willing to carry more than your fair share of the load. You are loyal and trustworthy. You are often critical of others, but very hard on yourself. You have tendency to be controlling, and sometimes you meddle, especially if you think you know best.” Madam Psuka paused and opened one eye. “Is this accurate?”
“Yes,” Skylar and I said together.
Jillian glared at us as the medium went on. “You value visdom and compassion above all.”
“Thank you,” said Jillian, fidgeting a little. “Is there anything else? Anything about my career? Or my love life?”
“I cannot direct the energy,” said Madam Psuka. “It reveals at its own vill.” She was quiet for a moment. “But I do see children. Many children.”
“Many?” Jillian said, her eyes going wide. “How many?”
“Hundreds.”
Skylar laughed. “It’s probably your patients, Jilly Bean.”
“Oh.” Jillian’s shoulders slumped, and she took her hand back. “Right.”
I felt sorry for her and reached over to pat her shoulder when she scooted back to sit next to me. We hadn’t really talked about it, but maybe Skylar’s wedding was kind of hard on Jillian. She was the oldest and the most traditional, and probably thought she’d be first to get married. She’d definitely talked about it the most as we were growing up. And now Dan and I would be next, and—
“Next?” asked Madam Psuka, jarring me a little. She was looking at me, too. It was as if she’d heard was I was thinking and was mocking me with the word.
“Me!” squealed Skylar, crawling over to sit directly in front of Madam Psuka and thrusting out her hand.