"A psychic fair?" Chloe asked. "I don't think so."
"Oh, come on. It'll be fun," Meredith insisted.
"Fun? It's all fake."
"You don't have to take it seriously," Meredith said, unwilling to give up. "Just enjoy it."
"Right." Chloe rolled her eyes.
Meredith could be persuasive when she was really into something, and Chloe found it easier to give in and allow herself to be dragged along than try to fight a losing battle. She followed Meredith from booth to booth--palm readers, aura photographers, tarot readings, astrologers--amused by the way people eagerly plunked down their hard-earned dollars to learn what the future held for them, as if anyone knew the answer.
Meredith was frustrated. "Are you just going to watch?" she asked. "Get your palm read, something."
Chloe shook her head. "I said I'd come with you. I did not say I'd participate."
"Oh, come on."
Chloe hesitated, then nodded. "All right." She decided it would be a good idea. She'd get Meredith off her back and prove that this was just a load of BS the process.
She looked around, selected her target, and seated herself. The psychic, a pleasant-looking woman in her late fifties, took the twenty-dollar bill and tucked it into her apron pocket. Chloe found it amusing that the woman wore an apron with change pockets. Future for sale, if you can afford to pay.