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reached over and flicked him on the nose. Nothing.

    “Huh,” I said aloud. “Maybe you’ll think a little harder before you try to fuck with somebody you don’t know.”

    I soon reconsidered my brash statement. It didn’t appear he’d be thinking about much of anything, ever again. He couldn’t stay there, all lifeless and soaking into the carpet. Taking hold of his feet, I dragged him down the hallway. I leaned him against the back wall of the waiting elevator and tossed his shovel in after him. After pressing the down button, I watched as the doors closed and one of my problems disappeared into the bowels of the slum I called home.

    Should I call the police? I wondered. Nah.

    I shrugged my shoulders and walked into my apartment. Locking the door behind me, I immediately started telling the egg about the waitress.

~Chapter 3~

    In which the narrator calls a telephone psychic.

    “You wouldn’t believe it,” I said quickly and quietly to the egg. “She was so beautiful. Like Clara Bow.” I sat on the edge of the bed and grasped the egg with both hands. Carefully, I lifted it from its nest and cradled it gingerly in my arms.

    I carried the egg over to the couch and placed it in the corner. It looked very comfortable. I hurried back to the bedroom, grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped it securely around the egg’s exposed surface.

    Sitting down, I reached across the coffee table with my foot and kicked gracelessly at the remote.

    After looking over at the egg, I flicked the television on. We sat there in the dark, the egg and I, answering television game show questions incorrectly for a few blissful minutes. I smiled, feeling like something was going right.

    “Do you have questions about the future?” the television asked. “Do you want to know what fate has in store for you?”

    I blinked.

    “Don’t hesitate, call now. Qualified psychics are standing by.” The shot panned out to reveal a heavily made up woman in front of a crystal ball. I glanced over at the egg, stood up and ran to the phone in the kitchen. Squinting at the television screen, I punched in the phone number.

    It rang.

    “Thank you for calling American Psychics Limited. Please hold the line for your personal, qualified psychic.” There was a pause, then the line started to ring again. I looked into the living room; the egg was still sitting there.

    “This is Madame Rain. What do you want to know about the future?” asked a thickly accented voice on the other end of the line. Eastern European, I thought. I was quiet, not knowing what to say.

    “Hello? Is there anybody there?”

    “Uh, yeah,” I said.

    “Ah, there you are. There is no need to be nervous. Is this your first time?”

    “First time calling a television psychic?” I asked. “Yeah.”

    “Do you have a question you’d like answered, or do you just want a general forecast?”

    “General forecast.”

    “Well, okay. I sense that you’re nervous. You have a big secret that you’re keeping hidden inside. You’re going through some changes in your life.

    “There’s even more to it than you comprehend. There are others who know about what you’re going through, people you don’t know but who you’ll meet in the near future. They’re aware of your situation and are looking to harm you. But you must not be afraid. You have the power to overcome the obstacles you will soon be facing.

    “Your love life is picking up, I see. You’ve recently met someone? You will have a tumultuous relationship with her. Try confiding your secret to her. You can trust her. And telling her will only bring you closer. It will take more than that to scare off someone so devoted to you.

    “In the very near future, you will be involved in some very stressful situations. I see that, deep inside, you have the strength and power to overcome them, but you must call upon that strength yourself. No one else is going to do it for you. It is most important that you listen