"Who's Mama Betsy?" One of these days, one of these heifers would answer my question.
"My psychic," Beck said those two words as if she were referring to her hairdresser or nail tech.
"Who the hell has a psychic?" Shocked, I didn't know how else to phrase the question, and now my friend appeared offended.
Ronnie interrupted before Beck could answer. "Just have an open mind, Gizzy. This is supposed to be fun, not life-defining."
The smile returned to Collier's sister's face, and a part of me ached when I stared into the eyes I'd missed so much. The two twins were clearly related. They looked enough alike that no one would doubt their lineage. But their eyes haunted me. I loved the way those same green irises took me in when they were on the face of her sibling.
"I've been coming to s
