A group of wealthy snobs are dining in their mansion during a mother of a storm, minding each other’s business, when the electricity goes out.
Worse, they are rudely interrupted by a knock at the door. It’s a rain-drenched woman who begs for shelter from the storm. At first, the hosts refuse to help her, because of, well, she looks old and poor.
However, when they learn that she is a hotline psychic who does palm readings at the Circus, they quickly invite her in. The reason for their change of mind? They give her shelter, she entertains them with free palm readings … win, win.
Yeah, they’ve got limousines and mansions, but still – they’d like to save a buck where they can. Don’t judge now.
The moment the stranger sheds her raincoat, the madness begins. To the horror of the beiged-up women in the group, the psychic turns out to be young, voluptuous, with auburn hair down to her waist and red lips. A bird of paradise with a sexy laugh.
he women in chignons and bobs want to boot her and her come-hither smile out of the house, but their husbands stop them. Instead, they fight over themselves to give the psychic food and wine.
he threatened wives then gang up and ridicule the psychic, call her a scam artist and demand that she demonstrates her psychic abilities, or else. They fling a dollar at her and pressure her into reading their palms. That’s right, a whole dollar. Don’t judge now.
The psychic retaliates by revealing their deepest, darkest secrets. Drags it all out in the open and flings it into their Botoxed faces – “You no longer turn your husband on. That’s why you sleep in separate bedrooms.”
Cool, huh?
No, because the horrified women decide that they cannot allow the psychic to leave their home. She knows far too much about them. She’s a scam artist and her readings are all rubbish – yeah, yeah, yeah, but still, she is a threat to all of them.
“No one knows she’s here.”
And then … And then? Well, there’s plenty of “and thens”, too many to mention here, so you’ll have to read the book for yourself to find out more. (I suggest a pitcher of tea when reading this book. Long Island Tea, that is, with extra shots of everything. Not chamomile, please, because it’s a pretty screwed up tale.)
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