“Would you like to meet an interesting guy?”
This time the planchette appeared free from its former constraints. It buzzed straight to YES.
That was a no-brainer.
“In fact, have you already met one?”
YES appeared in the window.
“When?” Dominique’s voice was almost hushed.
Molly followed the path of the planchette as it spelled out L A S T W E E K.
That’s when she met Nick. This was spooky. She blamed the candlelight. Every minute or so, the flame flickered as if an unseen presence hovered in the room.
“Would you like to be married?”
Would she? The indicator began an unhurried stroll through the alphabet. The first letter appeared. M. Quickly, it was followed by A Y B E.
She supposed it was true, if she ever met the right man, which she hadn’t exactly killed herself to find. If she didn’t meet Mr. Right, she didn’t foresee it making her bitter. She led a relatively uncomplicated life, in part because she was single. Just last year, two of her friends filed for divorce. She’d been in their weddings. She’d thought they were happy. Now they were statistics and hung out in clubs and dated losers. Something any sane woman would work hard to avoid.
“Let’s go back to this interesting man. Does he have a name?”
Dominique’s voice reminded Molly to put her brain back on hiatus. She struggled to empty it of thoughts about marriage and its pitfalls.
While the indicator remained stationary, a tiny thought sprouted in Molly’s supposedly comatose mind. Then the indicator took a circuitous route and spelled out N I C K.
“Are you interested in him?”
The planchette slid right over to YES.
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