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“Really?” A man said, suddenly doubled over in laughter, his hand keeping him steady against the marble topped island counter in the kitchen.
His wife, removing her cat-eye spectacles to rub her eyes with the palms of her hands in frustration, let out a heavy sigh and a light chuckle herself. “I’m overthinking it, right?” she asked.
He stood up, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Beth, honestly, you’re taking it too seriously. You basically got your hand read by a crackpot fortune teller. You put stock in your daily horoscope, too?”
Bethany left out a small laugh. “I know, Brian. Just being told that, and the look on his face, the look in his eye, you should’ve seen it. You should’ve seen how he ran out of the office, and I… I was almost in shock from the experience; I didn’t even try to stop him.”
Brian took her into his arms, pulling her into his body. “Make sure to have your admin reach out to him for an appointment. The poor guy needs help, even if he did creep you out.”
Bethany tilted her head against his chest, taking in the scent of his cologne. Her eyes watched the birds outside eating at a hanging feeder in the kitchen window. “Yeah, I will, it’s still pretty wild, though, getting told you’re going to die soon. Hit by a car while looking at a key on the ground, like, where would that even happen?” Beth felt a rush of reassurance over her, her tightened shoulders slung easy to her sides, and she exhaled, letting go of the stress.
“Listen, don’t think about it, how many other times have people said insane things?” He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Let’s head out, wouldn’t want our seats to be given up.”