online? Then if it’s not a great way to make this kind of decision and we don’t want to take their advice, we won’t insult our neighbors.”
Konrad set her on the sofa and fluffed up a throw pillow. He carefully placed it under her ankle. “That’s not a bad idea. Do you mind if we use your computer? I don’t have one.”
She pointed and said, “Be my guest. It’s in the top of my desk.”
As soon as he’d laid the ice pack on her ankle, he strolled to the roll-top desk. Roz admired his strong grace.
“I haven’t seen one of these desks for ages.” The top clickety-clicked as he opened it. “I always liked them.” He took the laptop to Roz and asked, “Are you as into antiques as it seems, from your living room furniture?”
“Kind of. I mean, I like a few nice pieces, but I don’t want to clutter my place with dusty old junk.”
“No, you have a nice balance between old and…older.” He smiled, and she knew he was kidding.
“Thanks.” She opened the laptop and turned it on. “Give it a minute to warm up. What keyword should we search?”
Konrad stretched. “I don’t know. Why don’t you Google tarot ?”
As soon as the machine was ready, Roz typed in tarot . Up came thousands of hits. “Okay, we might have to narrow this down a bit. What should we look for? An online reader?”
“That sounds about right. Try it.”
Roz went back to the search function and added card reader . “Well, the good news is there are still thousands to choose from.”
Konrad looked over her shoulder. “What’s the bad news?”
“There are still thousands to choose from.”
He rolled his eyes. “We’ve got to start somewhere. What’s the first link?”
“Wikipedia.”
“That’s not what we want. Find one that says something about giving consultations.”
Roz handed him the laptop. “Why don’t you pick one and see if you like the website?”
Konrad took a seat on the ottoman, and Roz watched as he clicked and clicked. He seemed comfortable with the laptop, despite his big fingers. She hadn’t noticed a typewriter in his apartment, but maybe he kept one hidden away, or maybe he was just used to typing from his former days as a teacher.
“Here’s one I like. Tarot by Arwen. Professional, compassionate tarot consultations.”
Roz reached for the laptop. “Let me see.” She scanned the site, and it seemed well set up and maintained. She looked at a few blog postings from the archives and decided the woman seemed as advertised, “professional and compassionate.”
“I like her picture. It looks like a candid of her laughing.” Konrad smiled as he said it. “So many psychics seem overly serious, with no sense of humor.”
Roz drew in a deep breath. “Okay, let’s give Arwen a shot. She even has a handy ‘contact Arwen’link.” She handed the laptop back to Konrad.
“You want me to contact her?”
“Sure. You seem to know more about it, so why don’t you go first?”
“Okay, here goes nothin’.”
He clickety-clicked across the keyboard in a rush of words that made her curious.
“Isn’t there some kind of form to fill out?”
“No. Just a blank page to give her some basic information and whatever else you want her to know.
“I guess you want her to know everything about you. Hell, even I don’t know that much.”
“Wisenheimer.”
“Hey, you talked me into this.” She kicked at him and winced. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
He smirked.
After he typed what seemed to be an extremely long message and sent it, Roz asked, “What was all that about?”
“She needed certain information. Name, date of birth, time and place of birth. Plus I had a bit of explanation I had to include…about the need for a fast track to the new career and how we’re trying different things, I mean.”
“It sounds as if she’s doing astrology, with all the birth info. When is your birthday, anyway?”
He grinned. “It’s easy to remember. Twelve, twelve.” “ Don’t
Konrad set her on the sofa and fluffed up a throw pillow. He carefully placed it under her ankle. “That’s not a bad idea. Do you mind if we use your computer? I don’t have one.”
She pointed and said, “Be my guest. It’s in the top of my desk.”
As soon as he’d laid the ice pack on her ankle, he strolled to the roll-top desk. Roz admired his strong grace.
“I haven’t seen one of these desks for ages.” The top clickety-clicked as he opened it. “I always liked them.” He took the laptop to Roz and asked, “Are you as into antiques as it seems, from your living room furniture?”
“Kind of. I mean, I like a few nice pieces, but I don’t want to clutter my place with dusty old junk.”
“No, you have a nice balance between old and…older.” He smiled, and she knew he was kidding.
“Thanks.” She opened the laptop and turned it on. “Give it a minute to warm up. What keyword should we search?”
Konrad stretched. “I don’t know. Why don’t you Google tarot ?”
As soon as the machine was ready, Roz typed in tarot . Up came thousands of hits. “Okay, we might have to narrow this down a bit. What should we look for? An online reader?”
“That sounds about right. Try it.”
Roz went back to the search function and added card reader . “Well, the good news is there are still thousands to choose from.”
Konrad looked over her shoulder. “What’s the bad news?”
“There are still thousands to choose from.”
He rolled his eyes. “We’ve got to start somewhere. What’s the first link?”
“Wikipedia.”
“That’s not what we want. Find one that says something about giving consultations.”
Roz handed him the laptop. “Why don’t you pick one and see if you like the website?”
Konrad took a seat on the ottoman, and Roz watched as he clicked and clicked. He seemed comfortable with the laptop, despite his big fingers. She hadn’t noticed a typewriter in his apartment, but maybe he kept one hidden away, or maybe he was just used to typing from his former days as a teacher.
“Here’s one I like. Tarot by Arwen. Professional, compassionate tarot consultations.”
Roz reached for the laptop. “Let me see.” She scanned the site, and it seemed well set up and maintained. She looked at a few blog postings from the archives and decided the woman seemed as advertised, “professional and compassionate.”
“I like her picture. It looks like a candid of her laughing.” Konrad smiled as he said it. “So many psychics seem overly serious, with no sense of humor.”
Roz drew in a deep breath. “Okay, let’s give Arwen a shot. She even has a handy ‘contact Arwen’link.” She handed the laptop back to Konrad.
“You want me to contact her?”
“Sure. You seem to know more about it, so why don’t you go first?”
“Okay, here goes nothin’.”
He clickety-clicked across the keyboard in a rush of words that made her curious.
“Isn’t there some kind of form to fill out?”
“No. Just a blank page to give her some basic information and whatever else you want her to know.
“I guess you want her to know everything about you. Hell, even I don’t know that much.”
“Wisenheimer.”
“Hey, you talked me into this.” She kicked at him and winced. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
He smirked.
After he typed what seemed to be an extremely long message and sent it, Roz asked, “What was all that about?”
“She needed certain information. Name, date of birth, time and place of birth. Plus I had a bit of explanation I had to include…about the need for a fast track to the new career and how we’re trying different things, I mean.”
“It sounds as if she’s doing astrology, with all the birth info. When is your birthday, anyway?”
He grinned. “It’s easy to remember. Twelve, twelve.” “ Don’t
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