The sun was shining on my face, there was a warm, ocean breeze at my back, and I was with my friends, Eleanor Garvey and Chrissy Snow. Life was good today as us three girls walked the Santa Monica Pier together. Life seemed to be good anyway: I loved the weather and the freedom California afforded me. I will always love my family and I will never forget where I came from, but this phase of my life has been the most exciting to date. I was sure I had blossomed.
I turned my head and realized there was a sign advertising for a psychic up ahead. I stopped in my tracks and studied the woman who was referred to as the said psychic. She was not at all campy; she wore her hair down and was sporting a white tank top and denim shorts.
"What are you looking at, girl?" Eleanor asked me.
"That psychic," I confessed. "I'm going to go talk to her."
"Are you crazy?" Chrissy gawker.
"Yeah, odds are she's a rip-off," Eleanor added.
"My father always told me that those people were never to be trusted."
"Well, I still think I want to see her."
"Your money," Eleanor shrugged.
"C'mon, Eleanor," Chrissy said as she took her hand. "Let's go get something to eat while Janet talks to that lady. I'm hungry."
"Yes, please," I insisted.
"Well, okay," Eleanor gave in as she walked off with Chrissy in tow.
I don't know why I felt so drawn to do this. It was not like me to want this. I guess I just needed some kind of answers.
"Hello," the psychic greeted with a handshake. "I'm Linda Forrester."
"Hello," I said as I sat down. "I'm Janet Wood."
"You're not from California, are you?"
"No, I'm from Indiana."
"I sense snow and ice around you, but you are definitely not a cold person. You are very nice."
"It's going to help you very soon. There is a man and he is going to show up within a year. This man is going to test you on everything you thought you stood for. This man is going to change your life. Let him."
"Is he going to be a boyfriend? A husband?"
"He's going to be there when everyone else leaves."
"As much as this man is going to push you to the edge, he is still going to be there. As far as becoming romantic, it's really your choice."
"He's going to make you choose whether to stay and live the life you want or settle down and have a life you were always told you wanted."
The life I was told I wanted. That gave me goosebumps. She could tell I was uneasy and I was. I knew I had to leave.
"How much do I owe you?"
"Thank you," I said as I paid her.
"Thank you," she said as she pocketed the money. "Remember when he comes to let him."
"Let him do what?"
"Be him. Let him say what he says, let him do what he does, let him love you if you are willing to have him love you."
"Of course," I gulped as I tried not to rush away. I made my way to the edge of the Pier. I gasped in the ocean air and prayed hard for strength. When the man comes, I was going to need every ounce of it.