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Chapter 2.4

"Things are happening. Things are going to happen. Things that you won't understand…very soon you will face power-power that can be both, good and bad. After that, it is for you to decide your own fate…only, fate has something else in mind…there are going to be illusions, mystery and great power; and not only for you. There is someone else. Someone close, very, very close…" Leena paused and stared at Morticia.

"Okay…"Jeena said slowly, "which movie did you pick that line from?"

Leena looked irritated. "Look, I'm serious here, okay?"

"Okay" said Morticia, "so what do you mean by these things…and who is this 'someone else'?"

"Oooooh", Jeena teased, "someone else…"

"It's not someone you are romantically linked with" Leena said, "probably a friend or someone."

"Okay, now it's my turn!" Jeena said.

Leena shook her head and made Jeena shuffle the cards. She then lay down the cards in the same way, as Jeena looked on.

They were all the same cards, and when Jeena pointed this out to Leena, she cried "It's you!"

"Big surprise!" Jeena said sarcastically. "Why do you always have to be so dramatic?"

"Your fate is intertwined. You must face your destinies together. Now things are clearer to me. You must trust each other. Always. You-"

"Okay, I get the point!" Jeena and Morticia said together.

"Now please give me another reading!" Jeena said batting her eye-lashes, trying to look innocent and persuasive and failing miserably.

The next day, Saturday 29th of November

Morticia was watching TV with her maid and chewing at a chocolate bar at eleven o'clock in the morning. Since both her parents had left for the hospital they worked in, they were doctors, Morticia had not bathed yet and her maid was too absorbed in the tears of a woman who was being troubled by her mother-in-law in the TV set. As Morticia tried hard not to laugh out loud at the stupidity of the serial, the phone rang. Morticia reluctantly forced herself to get off the couch and walk to the telephone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Morticia, it's me, Zarif."

Morticia almost dropped her chocolate bar when she heard his voice.

"Er…hi. How did you get my number?"

Zarif's voice sounded slightly in a hurry.

"I took it form your diary…listen,"

"Yeah?" Morticia's heart was running a race. Only, she didn't know with whom. But who cared? It was beating fast. Very fast.

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