Delores went to flip the card, but Gabriel placed his finger on the back of her hand as she touched it. His stare was fixed, and he spoke quickly.
“There are shadows following you, Delores Mackenzie: some good, some bad. There’s a powerful female and she’s looking for something. She wants to stay here, on this side. Family and friends are in the minus for you: you say you don’t care but you do. A loved one is far away, looks a bit like you, probably sisters. Death and change hover around you like smoke. You hate coriander, the world lobule and, cliché alert, you love gothic fiction.