The Air Singer (The Cantors) Read Online Free

tried to keep a comforting expression on her face as this woman was determined to be her own personal lesson in patience today.
    “Yes, I want to bring him into my life. I want him to love me.”
    Tally took a deep breath and smiled kindly at her customer. “ It doesn’t work that way. All I can do is help you to become open to receiving love. I can’t force anyone to love you. If I could, wouldn’t you always wonder if he really loved you or was just under a spell?”
    The woman waved her hand in the air in irritation. “Fine. So how long until I’m ready to receive love?”
    Unless your soul mate needs a lesson in patience and the evils of codependency, it’s not looking too good right now.
    “Bath e in the rose petals once a week and remember the affirmation I gave you. Work on yourself and trust that everything is exactly as it should be.” Tally took the woman’s cash and handed over her purchase. “Come see me in a couple months and enjoy the rest of your day!”
    The woman smiled and held the bag to her chest as she walked out the door. Tally prayed for the protection of the woman’s most recent obsession and closed the register drawer.
    The smell of fresh brewed coffee wafted through the shop and Tally headed toward what would be her third cup today. She craved a full night’s sleep. Images of Roland haunted her dreams and barred her from any true rest this past week.
    They only spoke for m oments yet the memory tormented her. She would lie down and try not think of him but would hear his voice and see the light from the depths of his eyes as she drifted in and out of slumber. During her waking hours, he consumed her thoughts. Her skin still tingled when she remembered him taking her hand right before he walked out of the Taproom a week ago.
    “Another large coffee please.”
    The door chime announced someone coming into the shop. As Tally turned to welcome the new customer, Kate stormed through the door.
    “Are you drinking coffee in the middle of the day?”
    “I’m not sleeping well.” Tally finished pouring skim milk in her coffee and watched the shades of brown swirl in her mug. “How was your day?”
    Kate managed an office a block away and always stopped by on her way home. “The only reason today is better than yesterday is that I’m one day closer to the weekend.” Kate followed Tally to the back of the store and took a seat at her reading table. A purple velvet cloth hung over the edges and a gathering of quartz, amethyst, and onyx sat at the inside edge next to a stack of tarot cards that had yellowed at the edges due to years of shuffling by different people looking for answers. Tally cupped her mug in both hands and inhaled the aroma.
    “ Do I dare ask how your day has been?” Kate grabbed a piece of quartz and began to hold it up to the light.
    “Let’s see. One client is cheating on her husband and wants to ra tionalize that he was cheating first. Another is convinced that she has met her soul mate but he just happens to be engaged to her sister. I had three want to know when they will meet the one and you just missed an obsessive woman with control issues that is this close to making a voodoo doll so that her upstairs neighbor falls madly in love with her.” Tally paused to take a sip of her coffee, “And you wonder why I’m not dating anyone.”
    “No, I know why you’re not dating anyone.” Kate placed the crystal back down on the table. “You think you have love all figured out because you listen to sob stories all day at this table. People don’t get tarot card readings, because their lives are perfect.”
    “I know that !” Tally placed her coffee down preparing to defend her relationship status when the door chimed again.
    She recognized the energy before she even looked toward the door. Hesitant, insecure, and lopsided, Sean’s aura was as apparent as the glasses on his face. A brown button up shirt hung half tucked over his jeans. A baseball cap covered