Tuesday, September 26, 2006
New Beginning 126
Madame Hands and the Matter of Will
Teresa Fetter first saw the young man outside her store late on a Wednesday afternoon. He followed the length of the windows one way and then the other, trudging along on stiff legs with a studied look of indifference. The third time, Teresa's head jerked up. A buzz of alert shot across the back of her neck.
He wanted something—what was it? She watched him. He was young—early twenties or so—and tall, with the lurching-forward posture typical of men with such proportions. He looked solid, lean. He kept his eyes focused straight ahead, as if moving them might indicate weakness.
He intended to come in the store; Teresa knew this with a certainty she didn't even question. What she couldn't figure was why. Her first-floor antique and second-hand business hardly sold the kind of merchandise a young man would covet. And he didn't fit the profile for her upstairs psychic services, even if she were accepting new clients. Which she wasn't.
You're not, Teresa, she told herself.
The brass bells on the door clanged, and the stranger stepped inside. "Hello?" he asked. His accent was French. "I'm interested in this chest, here, in the window."
"It's an antique." Teresa beamed, stretching out her hand and introducing herself.
He held her gaze; she couldn't have looked away if she'd wanted to. "I'm interested in something else as well," he said, winking.
Teresa couldn't help smiling. Frenchmen were irresistible.
"They call me Monsieur Foot, by the way. Shall I explain why?"
Teresa grinned. She was accepting new clients, after all. And this one was going upstairs.
Opening: pjw. Continuation: Sarah
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