Operation Soulmate by Diane Hall Page B

was a message for her and it suddenly dawned on her that she was feeling unusually tense, had no idea how she’d even arrived at the Angelic kingdom and certainly wasn’t in a 'messages' kind of place, just yet.
          She took a deep breath and tried to put all thoughts of Ben and Operation Soulmate to the back of her mind. Then, when she felt sure she was ready, she pressed the little button on the CD player and began the whole process again.
         She tried, again, to relax to the soothing sounds of the crystal lake, and this time she certainly felt more relaxed. Until, of course, fifteen minutes into the meditation, she realised that she’d spent the entire time thinking about Operation Soulmate - How would it work? Would it work? What would she have to do? What else would she have to share with Ben? What kind of guys would she meet and how would it feel picking over all the intimate details of her personal life with BEN!!!? She stopped the CD for a second time, took a few more deep breaths to really centre herself and, finally, pressed the button, feeling she was truly ready to let go. Just as she was about to ask her Guardian Angel about Operation Soulmate, the phone rang and she almost leapt out of her chair to grab it. Brogan, finally!!
         “Oh, my God!!” She said without any of the usual greetings, introductions or pre-amble.
         “You ‘kay darlin’? Sorry, I couldn’t get the phone before, I was doing a reading.’” Of course! Brogan always worked on Thursdays; she’d completely forgotten.
          “Oh, right, I forgot you were in today. I thought you were deep-conditioning again."
    "Haha. No, that's tomorrow hon. "
          Geraldine laughed out loud.
          "Hon, it's not a laughing matter. My hair has been bleached, tortured and coloured to within an inch of existence; I have to baby my ends!"
    Geraldine sighed and shook her head. "Can you talk for a minute?”
         “Yeah but only for a minute Hon, got another reading at two.”
         “Okay, I’ll be brief,”
         “Oh God, what’s happening?” Brogan could hear the infectious excitement/shock/suspense combination in Geraldine’s voice, that usually meant big news.
          “You are not going to believe this... Ben has offered to coach me into finding the man of my dreams...my twin flame!!!!”
           “No way !! What, you mean "Ben", Ben? Your super-coach flatmate Ben, right, not some random, Ben wannabe, who also happens to be called Ben?”
          “No! Yes, Ben Ben..........I mean yes, my super-coach flatmate, Ben.”
          “Oh my God, you, lucky, lucky thing! Darlin’ that’s wicked!! How did that little plan come about?”
          “It’s just too much to go into now, there’s more to it than that...it’s complicated...”
          “I don’t care how complicated it is darlin’ you’re gonna let him do it, right? You’d be mad not to!”
         “Okay, it’s not quite as simple as that. Brogan, you are not going to believe the rest of it.... the rest of ...the deal....Brogan!!!??? Are you even listening to me??!!” Geraldine could hear Brogan speaking to someone in the background.
          “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll be with you in a minute.” She was saying, probably to a customer, before quickly returning her attention to the matter at hand, “Hon, I’m going to have to call you back, listen, meet me for a drink, in town, after work.” Geraldine cringed. Why did people who loved ‘town’ always make that sound so easy? Geraldine was in no fit state for Central London! As it was, she was going to have to spend, at least, the rest of the evening putting herself back together again, before she could face tomorrow’s tube journey or even look at another pack of tarot cards, and she needed to be ready for work the next day. Probably best to stick with the Angel cards for a couple of days.  “Listen darlin’ I'll call you back