calories.
‘ Wait!’ Mojo raised a hand. ‘There is more.’
‘ More?’ I asked, as if I were auditioning for a part in Oliver .
There was a mystical silence.
‘Love,’ she announced, lengthening every letter.
‘ Love?’ I crinkled my nose.
‘ Yes. The third card you swapped – The Lovers. It symbolises relationship, connection, union and attraction. You may go now.’ Mojo smiled with a twinkle in her eye, tilting her head to one side and letting out a final deep laugh.
I traipsed out of the tent, then paused for a moment. ‘Love?’ I repeated to myself , feeling a smile wash over my face.
6
Secret Diary of a Socialite
‘You’ll never guess what happened,’ I said to Tara on the phone, sipping my usual mug of Earl Grey in the kitchen. ‘I just went to see a fortune teller called Mojo. And guess what? She turned out to be a voodoo priestess as well! I know, freaky! It was all high jinks and hokum. She had, like, this monkey skull and bones and a lantern on the table – all inside this massive Bedouin tent and–’
There was a faint knocking at the door.
‘Hang on, someone’s at the door. Anyway, I’ll tell you all about it when you get back. Oh, by the way, Felicity called me to say that she’ll be moving in at seven this evening. Anyway, I’ll see you later for a full catch-up.’
I hung up and walked over to the door. The moment I opened it, silver rails full of colourful clothes flew past me, one after the other. I just stood there goggling at all the jackets, dresses, suits and scarves. It was as if an entire shop floor were entering the flat. Then, amidst all the commotion, Felicity popped her head around the front door.
‘ Hi,’ she said with a cheeky smile.
‘ Hi,’ I replied pointedly, wondering what on earth was happening. ‘You have a lot of stuff.’
‘ I know. It’s for my grad show in three weeks. I did tell you I was a fashion student,’ she said, smiling. ‘But most of it is material, though. I have to make three dresses in the space of three weeks!’ Felicity raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows worriedly, walking over to me.
‘ How many dresses have you made so far?’ I asked.
‘ None,’ Felicity replied, a look of mild panic sweeping across her face. ‘Oh, by the way, allow me to introduce my parents, Bob and Michelle. They’re helping me move my stuff in today.’ Felicity turned to face her parents. ‘Thanks, Mum and Dad.’
‘ Yeah, thanks, Mum and Dad,’ I repeated playfully.
Bob and Michelle flashed me two matching, bright white grins, before heading back out to the car.
‘ I got your text, by the way.’ Felicity raised an eyebrow. ‘So, what’s all this I hear about the House of Mojo? Did anything interesting happen?’
‘ Oh, you know. The usual. Bone reading, rune stone reading, tarot reading. At one point, Mojo asked me to concentrate on a question while I picked a rune. I ended up picking a blank one, which apparently meant that either the question wasn’t ready or I was better off not knowing the answer.’
‘ What was the question?’ asked Felicity, her eyes widening with curiosity.
‘ I can’t remember.’
‘ Well, in that case, the question wasn’t ready, which probably explains why you ended up with a blank rune stone,’ Felicity concluded.
‘ Or I was better off not knowing the answer,’ I added. ‘Anyway, she had, like, all these freaky wall-hangings, candles, incense and glass bottles and stuff, and I remember her saying something weird like, “Fall like Icarus, rise like the Phoenix.”
‘ Sounds really cool! I wish I’d been there!’
‘ Then she said, “When one door shuts, another opens,” and, “Stay true to yourself”, or something along those lines. But then, just before I turned to leave, she stopped me and said there was more.’
‘ More? Like what?’ asked Felicity, intrigued.
I peered dubiously over my glasses. ‘Love.’
‘ Oooh. Cryptic.’
‘ But do you
‘ Wait!’ Mojo raised a hand. ‘There is more.’
‘ More?’ I asked, as if I were auditioning for a part in Oliver .
There was a mystical silence.
‘Love,’ she announced, lengthening every letter.
‘ Love?’ I crinkled my nose.
‘ Yes. The third card you swapped – The Lovers. It symbolises relationship, connection, union and attraction. You may go now.’ Mojo smiled with a twinkle in her eye, tilting her head to one side and letting out a final deep laugh.
I traipsed out of the tent, then paused for a moment. ‘Love?’ I repeated to myself , feeling a smile wash over my face.
6
Secret Diary of a Socialite
‘You’ll never guess what happened,’ I said to Tara on the phone, sipping my usual mug of Earl Grey in the kitchen. ‘I just went to see a fortune teller called Mojo. And guess what? She turned out to be a voodoo priestess as well! I know, freaky! It was all high jinks and hokum. She had, like, this monkey skull and bones and a lantern on the table – all inside this massive Bedouin tent and–’
There was a faint knocking at the door.
‘Hang on, someone’s at the door. Anyway, I’ll tell you all about it when you get back. Oh, by the way, Felicity called me to say that she’ll be moving in at seven this evening. Anyway, I’ll see you later for a full catch-up.’
I hung up and walked over to the door. The moment I opened it, silver rails full of colourful clothes flew past me, one after the other. I just stood there goggling at all the jackets, dresses, suits and scarves. It was as if an entire shop floor were entering the flat. Then, amidst all the commotion, Felicity popped her head around the front door.
‘ Hi,’ she said with a cheeky smile.
‘ Hi,’ I replied pointedly, wondering what on earth was happening. ‘You have a lot of stuff.’
‘ I know. It’s for my grad show in three weeks. I did tell you I was a fashion student,’ she said, smiling. ‘But most of it is material, though. I have to make three dresses in the space of three weeks!’ Felicity raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows worriedly, walking over to me.
‘ How many dresses have you made so far?’ I asked.
‘ None,’ Felicity replied, a look of mild panic sweeping across her face. ‘Oh, by the way, allow me to introduce my parents, Bob and Michelle. They’re helping me move my stuff in today.’ Felicity turned to face her parents. ‘Thanks, Mum and Dad.’
‘ Yeah, thanks, Mum and Dad,’ I repeated playfully.
Bob and Michelle flashed me two matching, bright white grins, before heading back out to the car.
‘ I got your text, by the way.’ Felicity raised an eyebrow. ‘So, what’s all this I hear about the House of Mojo? Did anything interesting happen?’
‘ Oh, you know. The usual. Bone reading, rune stone reading, tarot reading. At one point, Mojo asked me to concentrate on a question while I picked a rune. I ended up picking a blank one, which apparently meant that either the question wasn’t ready or I was better off not knowing the answer.’
‘ What was the question?’ asked Felicity, her eyes widening with curiosity.
‘ I can’t remember.’
‘ Well, in that case, the question wasn’t ready, which probably explains why you ended up with a blank rune stone,’ Felicity concluded.
‘ Or I was better off not knowing the answer,’ I added. ‘Anyway, she had, like, all these freaky wall-hangings, candles, incense and glass bottles and stuff, and I remember her saying something weird like, “Fall like Icarus, rise like the Phoenix.”
‘ Sounds really cool! I wish I’d been there!’
‘ Then she said, “When one door shuts, another opens,” and, “Stay true to yourself”, or something along those lines. But then, just before I turned to leave, she stopped me and said there was more.’
‘ More? Like what?’ asked Felicity, intrigued.
I peered dubiously over my glasses. ‘Love.’
‘ Oooh. Cryptic.’
‘ But do you
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