Chapter 148: No Reading
*Yeh canna read yer own future or yer own palm. Or one tied to yeh. It’s jes the way it is. – Grams to Nessie*
A week after the wedding, Toad went to the food bank and drug his wife into her office. The angry look on his face kept her employees and volunteers from stopping him.
No matter how angry he got, he would never hurt her. Her regulars knew this and settled down the new volunteers. Especially after the door slammed so hard that it echoed through out the warehouse.
“The feck is yer problem?” Siobhan demanded as soon as they were in her office.
“I told him to stay away from her!” he bellowed.
“Oh.” She said sitting down behind her desk as he fumed. “He tell you about the kiss?”
“He kissed her?” he yelled in surprise.
“I think it was mutual. What has you so upset?”
“Nessie is avoiding Knuckles and he doesn’t seem to get the clue to back to the fuck off.”
“Sit.” She ordered and he glared at her. “My office. You do as I say.”
Grumbling under his breath he sat in the chair as she got a couple of sodas from her little refrigerator.
“They kissed. Afterwards, she looked at his palm. She couldn’t read it. She panicked and ran away from him.”
“I guess I’m missing something.”
“You can’t read your own palm. You can’t read your own future. You can’t read either of them if the person is closely connected to you. I can’t read yours. Or our boys.”
“So why can’t she read his?”
“Think about it, Toad.”
He took a drink of the soda as he considered what she said. “Their futures are connected.”
“Yes. And she panicked.”
“Why? What are you two not telling me?”
“Grams told her years ago that she would be in a bad relationship that she would have to run from. And she would be surrounded by death before she was free. I assume that she believes that it will be his death if she gets involved with him.”
“Will it?”
“No one knows. That’s the thing about sight. Do you see what is going to happen? Or does it happen because you expect it to? The future is not written. There are no guarantees.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t have the gift like she does. I’ve learned the lines on the palm. I know what the cards mean. But they don’t talk to me.”
“They talk to Ness?”
“A lot of things talk to Ness. Including the dead men from the basement.”
Toad choked on his drink. Once he was able to swallow it, he coughed until he caught his breath.
“Excuse me?”
“Dead men. Basement. A really dark room. If you want details, talk to Nessie.” Siobhan said as if they were talking about something as mundane as the weather. “Said that there’s a few others around the clubhouse. She doesn’t like the one in the bar.”
Standing up he said, “I think I need to go talk to your niece.”
“Do me a favor,” She said standing up and stepping into his arms, “Go by the Wiccan bookstore. She wants some cards.”
“You know that I hate that place, it gives me the creeps.” He said against her hair.
“But you love me.”
He tipped her face up and kissed her. “I do love you.”
