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smile to myself, enjoying the rush of his energy as it surges through me, and quickly maneuver around his tall, thin body to make my way to the dressing room. Rick has never touched me or said anything inappropriate, but I know what he thinks, and he is certainly no gentleman.
    “Ricky bab y! Are you alright?” Esther asks as she approaches him. Rick’s mother helps run the club. Rumor has it she danced once herself, but it’s hard to imagine given that she’s about sixty pounds overweight and stands just under five feet tall.
    “I’m okay,” Rick responds like a small child.
    I return to the dressing room and find Alina putting on her next costume which is basically another color bra and panties. “How did you do?” She smiles.
    “Eh, eighty bucks.” I shrug.
    “Slim pickins tonight.” She shakes her head, frustrated.
    “Tell me about it. After I pay Rick for my stage time I’ll be lucky to leave with a hundred bucks tonight.” I plop down in my chair and gaze in the mirror. “I still can’t believe I’m doing this,” I sigh.
    “Hey, you have a job.” She reminds me.  Alina, the diehard optimist. She sits down beside me and our eyes meet in the reflection of the mirror.
    “What’s wrong?” I touch her arm gently, noting her expression of defeat.
    “Same ole.” She sighs.
    “How is she?” I guessed that Ella is no doubt weighing heavy on her mind.
    “We go for an MRI tomorrow.”
    “I’m sure it will be fine.” I smile reassuringly.
    “I hope so.”
    “I’d love to meet her, Alina.” I stand and face her. If I could just meet her, I could heal her.
    “Yeah, that would be nice. Maybe sometime next week, huh?” She smiles looking up at me.
    “Yeah, just let me know. I’ll wear clothes.”
    When I finally leave the club, I meander slowly down the sidewalk, allowing my mind to go numb. I have a healing appointment in the morning and really need to get home, but I can’t seem to force myself to move any faster.
    Healing for money is one of the few perks to our gift. My aunt paid our bills by healing. She called herself a holistic healer. The world is thick with frauds claiming they possess the gift to heal, but she was the real deal. Our gift doesn’t require any special song and dance, but people these days expect some kind of show, so she obliged. She would light candles, play music, and even bring a rain stick. Lucy always joked it was, Healing and a Show.
    We are in the business of stealing energy. We take from the strong and give to the weak. Healer Robin Hoods. Energy radiates through every human being and we healers can hear it. Its vibrations and pitches indicate a person’s level of energy. When the vibrations and pitch are consistent, they are a good source of energy to pull from. In regards to healing someone, if a person’s pitch is consistent with the vibrations, even if they are low, he or she can be saved. But sometimes the pitch alone will take on what sounds like screeching which tells us we cannot interfere. Lucy said it’s death warning us not to interfere.
    Lucy taught us how to listen and showed us how to pull energy from one person and push it into another. It’s much like sucking air through a straw. The energy vibrates within us while we hold it. To share it with another, we must touch them and release it, similar to exhaling, but through our bodies. Like most things unique and special in life, there is a catch. We can’t save everyone.
    I pull the hood of my sweatshirt over my head, relishing how comfortable my jeans and tennis shoes feel after I’ve danced in three inch heels all night. Most people would run through this neighborhood at two-thirty in the morning, but I can take care of myself.
    I turn to see if Keiffer, one of the young bouncers at the club, is following me home as he has before, but I don’t see him. I never told him I knew he followed me sometimes, because I think it is truly chivalrous of him to do it and not expect any credit for it.