Prologue
"I see two long-fingered hands rubbing your pregnant belly as fireworks explode above you...", the psychic Yasmin intones.
I nearly spit out my drink and chuckle out loud. Yasmin’s honey-coloured eyes look at me quizzically.
‘You don’t believe in my vision, Holly? I see it quite clearly, and I feel your future contentment most strongly’
There hasn’t been a man of note in my life for 18 months, and besides my two handsome male grey cats, whom I have been snuggling for as long, no men are beating down my door to father this supposed future baby.
Ever the people person, I don’t want to hurt Yasmin’s feelings, so I sigh deeply and say ‘Not at all, Yasmin. It’s just not something I envision for myself right now, but please, continue your reading...’