Rainy couldn’t help it: she glanced at Braithe, who was looking back at her. She looked away quickly, her skin warm with embarrassment. This was stupid. Why had she drunk so much, anyway—her head was foggy.

He flipped another card; Mr. Psychic Energy was really into this now, his eyes getting more intense.

“So, this card is also about keeping secrets.” He tapped it with his pointer finger. “If someone confides in you, keep that dirt on the down low. On the other hand, this card could also be a warning about bad vibes and someone else keeping secrets.”

It was funny how something could be a joke one minute and then start to sound creepily familiar the next. Rainy lost her smirk at the end of his last sentence. She was over it.

“You know...” Rainy’s chair screeched when she stood up. If the women hadn’t been looking before, they were now. “I’m not feeling so great. I think I’m going to head back to the hotel.” She put three twenties on the table in front of him, smiled and headed for the door.

“Rainy, wait!” She heard Mac call out to her, but she kept walking until she was out of the storefront and on the pavement outside. Mac clambered out after her in her colorful dress, hair damp from the weather.

She took a deep breath before she turned to talk to Mac.

“Just not my thing,” she said, folding her lips all the way in and looking over Mac’s shoulder.

“That’s fine.” Mac put an arm around her shoulders and walked with her, the two of them in sync. “It doesn’t need to be your thing. Let’s go back to the hotel and get in our pajamas.” Rainy felt overwhelmingly grateful as Mac steered her toward the street, where a cab was idling.

“What about the others?” She glanced over her shoulder to see Tara, Braithe and Ursa still in the shop.

“I’m texting them. They can take their time. I wanted out of there, too.”

Rainy nodded. The cab was on a break, so Mac called an Uber, which arrived in less than two minutes. She caught a glimpse of the shop and the three of them standing inside as they drove past. Braithe was sitting in the chair again. Rainy strained her neck to see, but then they were gone as the car made a turn.

The rest of the group was back in the room just past three, tossed on their beds in loose-limbed, sweaty heaps. Rainy heard someone throwing up sometime during the early hours. She covered her ears with the pillow and drifted back to sleep, her head wobbly like the yolk of an egg.