The difference between being a real seer and a convincing fake wasn’t that great, she thought. Opaque contact lenses, jewelry collected from sales at head shops and garage sales, and an exotic accent were the most important ingredients, but it was a confident stance that really sold it.

She would step into the street and block someone’s path, and then, holding her hand in front of her belly as if there were something tugging at her navel, she would address her selected target:

“I’m Wakanda, and I have a message for you from Beyond. Will you come with me and hear it?”

Drama school had really paid off, Wendy thought, as she led her newest client (expensive hat, no wedding ring) into her tiny, candle-lit storefront. And this was certainly more fun than waiting tables.