Chapter77

#Chapter77

The guest

/"I mean the higher power. You call them fates; some call them gods… I call them guides. Voices in the wind, nudges in your gut, itching palms and footsteps that lead you other ways. They send me where I need to go and sometimes it pays off. I'm in the right place at the right time and it all comes together. Like now./" She looks at me for a long second, a smirk nudging her mouth as though she's gazing with meaning and I break eye contact, feeling uncomfy.

/"That's what you meant last night. Why ever you were here, it links to us somehow?/" I wish she would just open up and speak, stop these dumb riddles and sassy little expressions. Tell us, but I get the feeling she isn't going to. She plays everything close to her chest and gets a kick out of watching us try to pull the pieces together.