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I shivered.
"He is already in your life, this partner," she told me, squinting across the table in the low light.
There was literally no one in my life who I would consider a partner. This was when I decided the wine cooler had gone to this lady's head. "What name do I Venmo?" I asked.
She shook her head. "You will deny him at first."
"Is it an email address then?" I asked, poking at my phone.
"You are afraid of love and you will choose conflict at first. The question is whether you can step off the rutted path you walk and accept the possibility of a future you cannot envision."
"Okay then."
"Drunkenpsychic. All one word."
"So you actually call yourself the drunken psychic?" April piped up.
"Why fight it?" The woman asked with a wink.
I paid her, and then listened to April and Paige analyze my reading as I drove them home. I dropped April off last, pulling up in the circular drive in front of the old plantation house where she lived with her husband, Callan.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm exactly where I was before I paid a lady in a Snuggie fifty bucks for absolutely no reason."
April smiled sadly. "I had fun."
"Me too."
I arrived in front of my duplex a few minutes later, the familiar comfort of the river at its back settling through me as I stepped out of the car. I loved the sound of the water, the familiarity of my little house in the woods.
Only, there was a car I didn't recognize here in my second spot. A flashy black SUV, all shiny and covered with chrome.
I figured my neighbor must've had a visitor who didn't know which side to park on. Oh well, didn't matter. I only had one car anyway.
I climbed the steps to the front door, turned my key in the lock, and pushed it open, but then quickly pulled it shut again after a stream of expletives ejected themselves noisily from my lips.
Shock and fear raced through me as I tried to process what I'd just seen inside my house. The scent of pizza still surrounded me, as it had rushed out the door when I'd pushed it open.
I pulled out my phone and texted April.
Me: There is a naked man on my couch!
April: Your lucky day!
Me: I'm scared!
April: What's he doing?
Me: He's sleeping
There, inside the front door of my apartment, asleep on my living room couch in front of the blaring television, had been a very naked man.
April: Was he hot?
Me: I don't know. I ran back outside. I was in shock.
April: What are you going to do?
