Well, it was an easy mistake—I’d said a crystal ball, and he’d bought me a crystal bowl. But it made me angry anyhow, perhaps just needing someone to yell at.
“I can’t hardly tell the punters’ fortunes in a sugar bowl, can I?”
“Could you read tea leaves instead, spread them on the bottom?” His lowered head and moist eyes almost broke my heart.
The thing hefted heavy in my hand. He cowered. The rim flared blue, reflecting the sky. Yellows of the pine table lurked in the facets. And green. And red.
There’s magic everywhere when you look.