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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

Saturday morning, an elderly teal and white RV pulled into the dropoff lane outside the airport and disgorged a lanky teenaged boy and his bags onto the pavement, the driver asking him as he went if he had his laptop, migraine medication, and assorted other essentials. "Now get going and make some friends," she told him. "I've got a consult to get to in Virginia."

"I love you, Grandma," he said, and closed the door of the RV. As Xylda peeled out on her way to, he assumed, her next mark, Manfred headed into the airport, stopping off at Starbucks for a caffeine infusion before following airport employees' instructions until he found the right room. He was apparently the first one here, but he knew it was the right place because of the incredibly glittery banner.

High school, here he came.

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"Oh, well, uh, Xylda's a psychic," Manfred said. "So am I. It runs in the family. So she'll get a feeling and we'll leave town, or she'll travel to do in person readings, stuff like that. That's probably not why you and your mom traveled around, though, huh?" Astrid was really reserved, so it was hard to get a read on her.

"No, that's..." Somehow, Astrid had the feeling that it wasn't as similar as it seemed on the surface, but on the surface... "That's actually not too far off, I guess except the psychic part." Did he really believe in stuff like that? Had Ingrid? Did she? Astrid didn't really know what she believed yet. "She would just get a feeling, so we'd leave. My mom sometimes did tarot readings, too. I actually have her cards."

Astrid didn't even remotely know how to use the, but it was always fascinating watching her mother do it.

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"Oh, cool," Manfred said easily, thinking, dabbler. "Tarot's not my best thing, but I know my way around it. You have to be able to do what the client wants, you know?"

"Or maybe," Astrid quirked a brow, "tell them what they want, too?"

That seemed to be how Ingrid managed to pull it off, as far as Astrid could tell.

"Well, sure," Manfred said. "That's most of what it is, not gonna lie. But sometimes it's real."

The specter of Ingrid let out a bark of a laugh inside Astrid's head, and Astrid, slightly annoyed, wished she could tell her mother that she was not allowed to stick with her like that when she was locked away in a state penitentiary all the way on the other side of the country.

"You're really psychic?"

Ingrid might be set against the idea, but Astrid was still willing to suspend her skepticism. Or at least pretend to, or wonder how much she was really pretending when she figured her mother would shake her head in disappointment, making some snide comment about how Astrid would fall for anything if it was coming from a handsome man.

I thought I taught you better than that.

"I mean, yeah," Manfred said with a shrug. "Sometimes. Is that so hard to believe?"

"Kind of," Astrid admitted with a faint snort. "I've never met anyone who's psychic before. And what do you mean sometimes? Like it just comes and goes?"

Manfred was used to people not believing him, so he just shrugged. "Yeah, pretty much. Sometimes the spirits aren't cooperating or however you want to think about it."

"I guess that makes sense," Astrid allowed. "I mean, people don't always cooperate, so why would their spirits be any different?"

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