Keela had always known she was magical. Ever since she was a little girl she had seen things before they happened, disasters only she could prevent from coming true. Simple everyday actions that would trigger a whole cascade of misery if she wasn’t careful. So she spent every moment of her life, watching and listening, following the cues she was given and making sure the stage was set just so.
Dr. Adams watched the old woman carefully check and recheck her left shoe to make sure the laces were tied. He wasn’t sure what she had done to make the cops pick her up, but she didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry to leave. Finally satisfied that her shoe would remain tied, the woman turned her attention to his desktop.
“Hey, put that back.” Dr Adams was a second to slow to stop her from taking the stone paperweight and putting it in her pocket.
“Nope, nope, shouldn’t be there. Not here, not now, soon.” She patted the pocket of her bulky overcoat. “Soon.”