I'm not usually a nosy guy. Well I am, but that comes with the job. What I mean is, I'm not usually one to go prying into the private lives of family, friends, or co-workers, but her habit of disappearing from time to time, sometimes for days or weeks, piqued my curiosity. So I gave her about a five minute head start and then headed out after her.
Being as close as I am to her and working with her day in and day out has given us a kind of bond and, as a psychic, I was able to get a good idea of knowing where she is if she is nearby. So when I exited the front of the building that held our office, I could easily track which way she went. She was heading downtown and I was soon on her trail. I focused and could almost see a little path where she went and could just make her out about a block and a half ahead of me as she weaved her way among the people out on the street for the night.
She turned a corner ahead on 36th Street and when I went to turn the corner I had to stop short and quickly hop back around the edge of the building on the corner. She had stopped to look in the window of a local used book store that catered to old literature collectors in town called Spines and Wine. I had seen it a few times but never went inside as my reading habits usually consisted of mysteries and fantasy novels. Surprise, right?
She was standing near the doorway talking to what looked to be the owner of the establishment, an older African American man wearing a very old and very worn sweater with honest to gods leather patches on the elbows. He also wore a pair of fine, gold rimmed glasses that were connected to a similar golden chain. I could only just make out their conversation over the street traffic and the passersby on the street.
"And it is a lovely surprise to see you tonight, Gladys," the owner said with a very wide smile on his face. "What can I help you find or read tonight."
Oh, Gunther, she warmed with a blush, it is always such a pleasure to have your company. So few people are as accommodating when it comes to the spirit bound literary community. But I'm afraid I was just stopping by tonight. I have some other plans, but wanted to be sure to come by and thank you for the wonderful reading you gave to our spirit reading group last week.
She had a book group? Who knew? Well, apparently this Gunther guy, but I mean, I didn't even know that was a thing.
"Oh," it was his turn to blush, "you don't have to thank me. It is always such a pleasure to have you and your friends come by. Gives me a chance to catch up on my reading and brush up on my presentation skills." He laughed and I could feel the tinkling like little bells of Gladys's laugh.
You are always such a pleasure, Gladys sighed, but as I said, I can't really stay to enjoy your company tonight. I have plans with, well, you know.
"Indeed I do," the man said with a nod. "You go on and have yourself a grand time tonight. I'll catch up with you next weekend."
Count on it, Gladys beamed and made her goodbyes.
So she could share her plans with this Gunther fellow but not with me. Now I was really intrigued.