“Oh, I couldn’t… I’m sure you must have been knitting them for someone special.”
“I did knit them for someone special. Your future daughter.”
“Oh,” I shake my head, “I don’t know that I’ll have any kids. I might be destined to be single. And I’m trying to be okay with that.”
“I’ll tell you a secret,” she whispers. “Sometimes when I touch someone… or they touch me, as you did when you fell asleep… Iseethings.” She taps her temple. “I see visions about them. I know it sounds kooky, but I’ve seen those things come true many times. I see you with a family. With a tiny bundle in your arms and that little bundle is wearing these booties.”
“My sister-in-law is expecting twins. Maybe I’m holding one of them in your vision.”
She smiles while looking me up and down before saying, “So, you’re a believer in the extraordinary, the occult?”
“I am,” I confirm.
“Believe this, then, young lady, when I say regardless of nephews or nieces, you’ll be holding your own daughter in less than a year.”
I stare blankly at her.
“I think that you’ll also be getting a puppy.” She shrugs. “Enjoy your vacation.”
“Th-thank you,” I say, staring at the soft little booties in my hand.
***
When I get into the terminal, I phone Jason. It rings twice and goes to voicemail.
Rejected call?
Irritation rises in me. I aggressively tap out a message.
Please call me ASAP. Important.
Thirty minutes later, still at the airport, ignoring my other messages and missed calls, I message Danica Young.
Hi Dani. I need to speak to Jase. Is he with you?
Just typing it makes my belly swoop in a very unpleasant way. I know they’re not together likethat. Erica told me that now that her sister knows how I feel about Jase, she wouldn’t evergo therewith him. Not that it’s any of my business if she did.
She phones me almost immediately and I shakily answer.
“Hello?”
“Hi Bailey. Jase is at a bed and breakfast a few minutes away from the airport. It’s called… La Casa di something… I’ll get it from his text and send it to you.”
“Thanks. He’s not answering me and it’s kinda urgent that I talk to him.”
“I’ve just landed and gotten my luggage,” she says. “So, I’ll be seeing him shortly.”
“Oh. Um… you’re at the airport still?”
“Yes.”
“I’m here, too.”
“You’re here, too?” she queries. “In Italy?”
Shit. Now I feel stupid.
“I… need to talk to him. It’s important.”