been one of her guinea pigs, just like Aleks, during Amie’s quest to become a Reiki Master. The fact was, her teaching hours had been over for months now but Amie had lied.
Maggie’s husband had passed away almost two years ago. She was a regular for yoga. Taking a class twice, sometimes three times a week.
Amie could see the toll death had taken on this lovely woman and knew that the power of Reiki could help her. After some convincing, Maggie agreed and even now, although Amie had her certification, she took forty-five minutes out of her week to give this woman an extra boost to get through the day. The last thing Maggie needed to feel was helpless, so Amie kept the fact that she had already completed her certification a secret.
“Don’t worry, Maggie. You’re doing me the favor, remember?”
“All right. I don’t know what I would do without you, Amie. I’ve never felt better. More centered. More at peace with life. You have magic hands, dear.”
Amie did her thing, slowly drawing the energy from the universe, letting it flow through her hands and over the body of her friend. From head to toe she healed the spiritual, the physical and the mental realms of the body.
When they were done, Amie washed her hands again in the sink.
“We might have to switch our appointment times,” Maggie said. “I’m going to have to move and I’m not sure where.”
“Moving? Why?”
“I don’t want to, but the apartment building we’re living in is being torn down so they can add on to the hospital. We have six months to move out.”
“That’s bullshit. Damn developments. Damn money hungry assholes.”
“Apparently the hospital owns all the land surrounding it, including three apartment buildings and an outdoor mall. They finally have the funding to build a new children’s wing and expand their emergency facilities so they want their land back.”
Maggie and her daughter Kristen had to move out of their home after her husband died. She couldn’t afford to maintain the household on her own, not with the salary of a medical secretary.
“At least it’s not because of a shopping mall,” Maggie added.
“That’s not the point. The point is that whoever is in charge of these things only cares about one thing, their bottom line, and they’ll screw anyone and anything to get where they need to be. Ugh! And these people who make their living tearing down memories and erecting cold, generic buildings...they make me sick.”
“Tell me how you really feel.”
“I’m sorry. This might be a little bit of a sore spot.” Amie walked around the table and rested her bottom on the edge.
“Oh, honey. Don’t get all sour puss before your big party.”
Amie snorted, a little sound that made her forget why she was riled up in the first place. Amie wasn’t lacking in the motherly love department, but she was no less appreciative of Maggie’s affection.
“I’m fine,” Amie whispered. Even though she wasn’t. Hearing Maggie tell her story brought up too many memories of a time in her life when everything had changed.
“Don’t worry about me. Kristen and I are going to be just fine.”
Guilt wrapped around her, along with Maggie’s arm.
“Come on, honey, you’ve got a party to go to. Maybe you’ll meet a handsome man who will sweep you off your feet.”
“I’m not looking for Prince Charming, Maggie. I don’t need a glass slipper or to be rescued from a tower.”
“No, you don’t. You’re a lioness. I see it in you. Strong, fierce and loyal. Willing to stand her ground. Willing to try new things, maybe even sexual things.”
Amie’s eyes widened. How did this woman possibly know that she was kinky? Not only kinky but searching for something through sex she couldn’t explain.
“I see your spirit, it’s in your eyes.” Maggie cupped Amie’s far shoulder. “I know you don’t need a man to rescue you, but you do need a man who will embrace your inner lioness.” Her fingers gently rubbed against her bare shoulder in comfort. “But in your search, don’t forget that he also needs to be enough of a lion to take care of his pride.”
Maggie was in her mid-forties. She was young but wise. This was the sort of advice expected from a grandmother or great-aunt, not the friendly woman who came every week to try and make sense of the world again.
“Oh, don’t look so surprised, honey. Why do you think I agreed to be your guinea pig?” Maggie released her grip and got up from the table. “I embraced New Age practices into my life a long time ago. I know you. I was just like you.” Maggie grabbed Amie’s hands and squeezed.
“How do you know what I’m like?”
“Do you not think that energy flows both ways? You just have to know how to look for it.” Maggie hooked her finger under Amie’s chin and lifted her head to meet her gaze. “Now, you better put on a happy face and get to your party.”
Maggie had the uncanny ability to make anyone smile no matter the situation. And Amie did just that. “Give me a call if you need to re-schedule your appointment next week. I’m here for you anytime.”
“I know, dear.” Maggie pulled Amie up off the table and embraced her in a warm hug. Before she walked out the door, Maggie stopped and turned. She had a devious smirk on her face. “You keep searching, because you are going to find it. When you least expect it.”
Now how in the world could she possibly know that Amie was searching?
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