Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

When out of his wrestling garb, Thunder God was known by only

family and close friends as Marco Sanchez, but the “Blunder God”

persona still followed him. For instance, when he left his bathroom

his shirt got caught in the door, prompting him to tear it. Before

leaving he had to change it and consider the other one useless with

a gaping hole.                                

Nothing was going to kill his mood, though. Marco got in his car and

drove cautiously as he always did, down the streets to the address

he wrote down on an index card. It was a small house, just like the

picture on the Internet, with the red glowing sign advertising psychic

readings. Marco parked on the curb, not without knocking over a

garbage can, and carefully made his way up the stairs.

He knocked on the door and the psychic answered the door,

introducing herself as Eva. She led him through a doorway of hanging

beads into a room with brightly colored light bulbs, oozing lava lamps

and a red suede couch. Marco heard soft music but could not tell

where it was coming from. He only hoped it wasn’t just in his head.

“Please, have a seat,” she invited.

Eva pulled up her long dress and her bracelets clanked together as

she sat in front of him before the typical crystal ball.

“What can Eva do for you today?”

Marco did not hesitate.

“I have a jinx.”

“Interesting. What kind of jinx?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Every kind of bad luck happens to me

and happens to other people that are around me. People get hurt. I

make things break… I don’t know why and I..”

He stopped as one of the light bulbs suddenly flickered and popped,

causing the two of them to jump.

“I…I just want to know if this is going to be like this for the rest of

my life, and how it can stop.”

Eva looked from the burnt-out bulb to her own crystal ball and

waved her fingers over it.

“You have been given bad luck that follows you everywhere, so the

only solution is to find the opposite: Good luck.”

“So how can I do that?”

“You must find a good-luck charm, something that can cancel out all

the bad energy around you. And such a thing does exist. Something,

actually, exists right in this very town.”

Marco leaned forward.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Eva continued. “I cannot see it very well. But it is a charm

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