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Why Did She Say That?

Why Did She Say That?


Mario V. Farina

Copyright 2016 Mario V. Farina

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My girlfriend, Sylvia, and I, were in the living room of Madame Lucy Teasdale. She was a psychic. Several weeks before, she had sent an advertisement to my home offering a free reading. I had not accepted at the time, but when the second advertisement came, Sylvia suggested that both of us receive readings. I had never believed a great deal in the ability of psychics to predict anything, but, since Sylvia was not a skeptic, I agreed.

“I’m glad you accepted my offer,” said Madame Teasdale. “I had intended the offer to be for the person I addressed. However, since you have brought a guest, I can do both at the same time without charge to either of you.”

“That’s very nice of you, Ms. Teasdale,” I said, “how do you wish us to address you, simply Ms. Teasdale or Madame Teasdale?”

“Lucy, would be fine,” she responded.

My name is Thomas Mitchell. I’m twenty-seven, Sylvia is twenty-five. The woman that we were speaking to was a stunning blonde, tall, about five-nine or five-ten, well-built, between twenty-five and thirty. Her hair fell well below her shoulders, she was dressed all in black, her eyes were hazel, her lips, bright red. Sylvia’s hair was dark, she was much smaller in stature than Lucy. Though many would deem the latter to be attractive, my tastes preferred a smaller person and dark hair.

“I’m Thomas Mitchell, I said. My companion’s name is Sylvia,” I continued. “She’s my girlfriend, and has been for several months. We’re engaged, but have not yet decided on a wedding date.”

“Thank you for the information,” responded Lucy. “From my powers of observation, I already knew most of which you’re telling me,” she said. “And I believe I know much about you. You’re about twenty-five, born in July, an engineer, and work for a large industrial company.”

Amazed, I said, “that’s exactly right! I’m almost afraid to continue with this. You may tell me things that I would not want to know.”

“I do sense there will be much that will interest you, possibly even alarm you,” she said. “However, I see much that is positive. I think I would like to start with Sylvia. Mr. Mitchell, please sit in this room while Sylvia and I go to the den for a private reading.”

I nodded my head, yes.

Lucy took Sylvia by the hand and disappeared into an adjoining room. I was sitting in a small armchair. There was no reading material nearby. I had no option except to wait patiently until the reading had been completed. There was a large grandfather’s clock in a corner and I found myself admiring its appearance. As the pendulum swung back and forth, I felt myself becoming drowsy. However, I knew I must stay awake.

I don’t know exactly how long Lucy and Sylvia were together. I do believe that I must have dozed off. It could’ve been just a few minutes, or as long as an hour. I became fully conscious, when they reentered the room chatting amiably.

“Your turn, darling,” declared Sylvia. “I’ll wait for you here.”

Kalamazoo,” Lucy said loudly to no one in particular.

“Why did she say that,” I wondered. “Were you speaking to me, Lucy?”

“Yes, but I was only having some fun. A long time ago, in history, a stove maker, based in Michigan, had a slogan, Kalamazoo, direct to you. It randomly occurred to me, and I spoke it.”

“Oh,” I said, not fully understanding. I rose from the chair, stood somewhat unsteadily, then joined Lucy as we walked to the den. There were two straight chairs there, Lucy directed that I sit in one, while she sat in a chair facing me. There was a small table between us, a crystal ball prominently displayed on its surface. It was large, possibly a foot in diameter. It appeared as if I could see deeply into it. However, there was nothing visible at the moment.

“Sylvia and I, had a good reading,” she said. “I imagine she will tell you about it when you are together. For now, let us direct our attention to you. I am afraid that what I will tell you first will not please you. However, I must do it, in order to have you avoid some major problems with your future. Much as I hate to say this, Sylvia is not for you! A marriage with her would be a disaster!”

“You’re right,” I exclaimed. “I had not expected you to begin like this. I think I’m getting angry!”

“I knew you would be disturbed,” she said. “But I needed to chance it. I cannot let you leave here without telling you something that will affect your entire life, unpleasant events that will transpire. However, at the same time, I give you bad news, I have good! You will be able to see for yourself in the crystal ball. Look into it. What do you see?”

I directed my attention to the glistening globe, but saw nothing.

“Look deeply,” she commanded. Now, I began to see images. At first I could not make out what I was seeing, but gradually the images became more clear.

“Do you see a wedding taking place,” she asked?

“Yes, I responded.”

“There are two people at the altar,” she stated. “One of them is you! Do you see that?”

“Yes, I said.”

“What is the color of the woman’s hair,” she asked?

“I can’t make it out,” I said.

“Do you not see that it is blonde?”

“Yes, yes I do. The woman is not Sylvia!”

“Do you see who it is? Look closely. Look at the hair. See its length. Do you not see a woman that you now recognize?”

“I’m not sure. I’m not sure.”

“Thomas, that woman is me!”

“Oh my God,” I uttered with astonishment. “How could this be? I have only known you for a few minutes.”

“Fate, Thomas! Fate brought you to me today. I was fated to send you an advertisement! You were fated to come here today! We were fated to meet! We are fated, you and I, to be joined in marriage as you saw in the crystal ball! This ends today’s session. We must have another tomorrow, in order to continue what we are discovering, and to make plans for the future. Go now! Tell Sylvia what you have learned. Do not bring her with you tomorrow!”

Lucy took my hand and led me back to where Sylvia was sitting.

I was in the daze as she and I returned to my apartment. I was so distraught that I had asked her to drive.

“How did your reading go,” I asked?

“Terrible,” she responded! “She told me that I was not right for you, but that she was. She said that she was fated to be your bride!”

“How did you feel about that,” I asked?

“I thought it was funny! I almost began laughing out loud!”

“Didn’t it bother you?”

“No, it was fun! “I could see she was scamming you!”

“How do you mean?”

“She wanted you for herself. She knew you before she sent the advertisement. Lucy is not a psychic. She’s a hypnotist. When you were waiting for me, she was hypnotizing you at the same time that she was giving me a phony reading. That clock, with the pendulum swinging to and fro, lulled you to sleep from a distance. Then she gave you, what’s called a post hypnotic suggestion. When you heard a special word, you became hypnotized to believe everything she said.”

“I heard the word. I wondered why she had said it,” I said. “How long does a suggestion last?”

“Until it’s canceled,” said Sylvia. “It is still with you. You are still bound to believe everything she says.”

“How does it get canceled,” I asked with alarm?

“Simply by repeating the word,” she answered. “Shall we say it together?”

“By all means,” I exclaimed. “Let’s shout it out!”

Kalamazoo,” we yelled in unison.

“How do you feel now, darling,” she asked.

“Angry!” I replied. “Everything she said to me was a lie!”

“Tomorrow, you can call and tell her that,” she suggested.

“Dear one,” I said. “How did you know all of this?”

“Darling,” she began, “you know a lot about me, but not everything.! I am a true psychic! I knew what she was going to try when I saw the advertisement she sent you!”

Why Did She Say That?

  • ISBN: 9781370839377
  • Author: Mario V. Farina
  • Published: 2016-12-06 07:50:08
  • Words: 1489
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