The Fortune Teller sat there as the words burst out of Shawn's mouth and filled the silence of the room with a sense of urgency. She was still.
Except for that eye.
The Third Eye.
It moved about the room, like a spotlight taking things in. The crystal ball glowed as the eyeball receded, the white showing slowly, slowly until the pupil disappeared entirely.
Then the two eyes opened.
"Come." Melinda said, waving Shawn to sit at the table with her gnarled, bony fingers, long finger nails.