I pull the horoscope page out of the paper before I even pour my coffee. I read hers first, then mine.
She was a Scorpio. I'm a Sagittarius. For a while I thought that meant we were doomed, but we made it forty-seven years.
My aunt showed up unannounced yesterday with a paint swatch fan. She's trying to get me to redo the bedroom.
I circled one color. Celeste blue. The one Louise always wanted for the living room but I said was too light, too much work.
The horoscope for Scorpios today says: 'It's never too late to honor a promise.' I don't know if I believe that, but I folded the page and put it in my shirt pocket.
I'll probably paint the room. She'd laugh at me for taking advice from a newspaper, but she'd also be glad I finally listened.
The aunt didn't ask why I circled that color. She just smiled and said, 'Good choice.' She knew.