The girls walked up the stairs to the porch. Finn pulled open the door and a tiny wind chime hanging on the inside of the handle tinkled as they walked inside. A bony middle-aged woman hiding her graying hair behind a vibrant silk scarf smiled at them from the check-in desk. “Hi, girls. What can I do for you?”

“We’d like to reserve a site for tonight,” Zadie replied.

“Excellent!” The woman slapped the desk with her palm and stood up from her stool. “If you wouldn’t mind signing the guest book. I’ll also need a credit card and your signs.”

“Signs?”

“Your zodiac signs.”

Zadie raised her eyebrows at her sister, who shrugged in response. “I’m a Leo,” Finn said, then picked up the pen tethered to the guest book and wrote her name on the next free line.

“A fire sign! You must be out looking for adventure.”

“Always,” Finn answered with a confident smirk.

Zadie handed the woman her credit card, who waved it at her like a wand. “And what about you?” she asked. “What’s your sign?”

“I’m not sure.”

“What’s your birthday?”

“September tenth.”

“Then you’re a Virgo. That’s an earth sign.”

“What does that mean?”

“In many ways, you’re the opposite of fire. You like to feel grounded, stable. You don’t like taking big risks.”

“Yep. That’s Zadie, all right.” Finn clapped her sister on the back. Zadie shot her a playful glare.

The woman handed back her card along with a map of the camp. “The Leo and Virgo sites are already booked, so you’ll park at site 23, Perseus. Please don’t leave any food out and throw away your trash in the proper bin. We’ve had some bear sightings recently. Oh! I almost forgot…” She opened a rusty recipe tin sitting on the counter, pulled out two slips of paper, and handed one to each of the girls. “Here are your horoscopes.”

Finn read hers aloud. “You will face tough challenges ahead, but you have the determination to face them.” It wasn’t a legitimate premonition like Zadie’s were, but it was a nice little pep talk all the same. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank the stars,” the woman answered earnestly, her eyes slowly drifting skyward.

Finn glanced over at Zadie, who was biting her lip to prevent herself from laughing. Finn was about to laugh, too, when she cleared her throat. “Have a nice day.”

The girls left the office and walked back out onto the porch. Finn whispered, “That lady was a trip.”

Zadie nodded. “I don’t understand how anyone believes in that stuff.”

“Says the psychic. What’s your horoscope say?” Finn asked, peering down at the paper in her sister’s hand. Zadie passed it to her. It read:

Don’t try to make predictions about the future. Live in the present.