When they called there was only one question they wanted answered, though they always asked it in different ways. Did he love me? Does he love me? Will he love me? Sometimes they spoke of jobs of houses, of children and family, but these were nothing but a backdrop against which this horde of lonely, faceless women propped up a mannequin of longing.
I spent several years as a phone psychic, reading tarot cards for people. In the end, there was only one thing 95% of them wanted to know.