Emma blushed even further. “No, I don’t even know him! He does look a lot like Brady McCoy, though.” Brady McCoy was a pop star, and Emma was his number one fan. “I was kind of hoping the fortune would say I would at least talk to him or something, to find out what he’s like.”

“You don’t need a fortune to do that,” Zoe told her. “Just go over and say hi to him one day.”

“Look who’s talking,” Emma shot back. “You are, like, one of the shyest people I know. You should get that it is not that easy to just start up a conversation with some random boy you don’t know.”

“Uh-oh, looks like making that new friend is going to be hard to pull off,” Jessi teased Zoe.

“I guess I’m stuck with you guys.” Zoe grinned at us.

“Looks that way.” I grinned back.

“Gimme, gimme!” Jessi grabbed the phone from Zoe’s hand. “I’m next, and I can’t wait to hear that I’m going to be a member of the US Women’s National Soccer team one day.”

Jessi chose her colors quickly and impatiently tapped her foot while the results were being calculated.

“ ‘Your life will soon be in chaos.’ Oh, great,” Jessi moaned. “Why didn’t I get a good one? Let me try again.”

“Nope!” Frida grabbed her phone from Jessi’s hand. “You’ll confuse the cosmos. One fortune per day at most. You’re better off doing it weekly, or even monthly.”

Jessi arched an eyebrow, showing her disbelief. “Really? There’s a science to this?”

“It goes far beyond science,” Frida pronounced dramatically.

“Anyway, how’s your mom doing?” Emma asked Jessi, changing the subject before Frida could get going.

“She’s tired all the time. She’s lying down now,” Jessi said. Her dad had given us all a ride home from the game and had ordered the pizza for us to share. Usually when we go to Jessi’s house, her mom, Mrs. Dukes, makes yummy and healthy snacks and lunches for us. But I wasn’t complaining. Jessi lived near the Brick Oven, and they had some of the best pizza in the area.

“So, are you ready for your new baby brother or sister?” I asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Jessi said. “I helped Emma babysit her cousins last week to get more practice, and that helped.”

“She even changed a diaper all by herself.” Emma slung an arm around Jessi’s shoulder. “I was so proud.”

“Well, it was only a number one,” Jessi said. “I’m not planning on doing those stinky number twos, that’s for sure.”

“Do you think it will be a boy or girl?” Zoe asked her.