Where the Heart Is
“Passage for one, please.”
The genie glanced up from the pack of cards he was idly floating over his fingers, the other fist propping up his chin. When his bored black eyes caught on the girl at his booth, though, the cards swooped down to the table. He looked her over from head to toe and beamed.
“My, my. What’s a moon girl doing in little Rieux?”