Shawn awoke with a start. He’d been dreaming, and in the dream, he’d met Madame Ciara at the carnival alone and she’d kissed him. He’d kissed her back, and then they were undressing each other, and one thing led to another, and… He felt a wave of shame pass over him. What was wrong with him? Jenny was his everything. Why was he suddenly obsessed with this fortune teller he’d met exactly once?