Lilah's List. Robyn Amos

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      As the taxi pulled up in front of a brownstone in a residential neighborhood, Angie and Lilah sat looking at each other.

      Lilah leaned forward to the driver. “Sir, are you sure this is the right place?”

      He pointed to the address on the building. “This is the location you gave me.”

      Lilah had been expecting something more obvious. Something that shouted fortune-teller with capital letters. At the very least a neon sign in the window. The two women got out of the cab and climbed the stairs.

      Lilah hesitated before ringing the doorbell. She elbowed Angie. “Do you think the concierge could have made a mistake and sent us to the wrong address?”

      Angie shrugged. “There’s only one way to find out. Ring the bell.”

      Lilah was still worried she was in the wrong place when a twelve-year-old Indian girl answered the door. Lilah looked down at her printout. “Hi, is Sushma Ghira here?”

      The girl stepped back from the doorway, turning to shout into the hallway, “Mom, you have customers!”

      They followed the girl into the living room and took seats on the sofa. No incense burning or colorful scarves draping a table with a crystal ball. It was a typical urban flat, bathed in earth tones. Lilah could see another younger girl sitting at the kitchen table coloring. The utter normalcy dashed Lilah’s cheesy fantasies.