Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
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kitchen table where I picked at the kids' leftover hot dogs and tried to enjoy the silence. Then the phone<br />
rang. It was the woman.<br />
"Hello, is this . . . Heather?"<br />
"Yes, it is. Who's this?" I kept my tone friendly.<br />
"I'm Allison."<br />
"Hello, Allison. You're the one who said you had some information for me?"<br />
"Well, I do and I don't."<br />
"You're losing me."<br />
"Do you have five minutes?"<br />
What the heck."Sure." I poured another glass and sat on the bar stool by the flecked black marble<br />
counter.<br />
"I guess I should tell you right off, Heather, I'm a psychic."<br />
I was about to hang up.<br />
"Don't hang up."<br />
"You're a good psychic. You read my mind."<br />
"No. It's common sense. I'd hang up, too, if some woman saying she was a psychic called me."<br />
"Allison, I'm sure you're a nice person, but . . ."<br />
"Oh, I say."<br />
"What?"<br />
"Oh, I say."<br />
"Oh, I say" was Gerard T. Giraffe's unfunny entrance line, like the ones people have in sitcoms which are<br />
supposed to be funny, but really aren't, like when Norm enters the bar on Cheers, and everyone says,<br />
"Norm!" She was even using the correct Gerard tone of voice, baritone and bumbling.<br />
" 'Oh, I say' . . . Does that mean anything to you?"<br />
I kept silent.<br />
"'Oh, I say."'<br />
"Who are you, Allison? What do you want?"<br />
"I don't want anything. I don't. But all day I've been getting this voice coming through my brain in the<br />
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