"Oh," January exclaimed. Not knowing what to do or say, as she had never seen this woman in her life, she asked, "Can I help you with something?"
"The real question, my dear, is can I be of help to you?"
January was not impressed. She was tired, upset, forlorn-- in a word, thoroughly delilified. She had no intention of wasting her time talking to a wannabe new-age fairy godmother.
"No thanks. Doing just fine," she said offhandedly and looked back down at her book. Ms.Davis and the English teacher were having an engaging argument that might or might not lead to the death of their long lost pet turtle. And January hated to have her climaxes interrupted.
"You will never find happiness in that book my child, nor with the man you cling to. Happiness will present itself to you in one way in the next twenty four hours. And if you miss it, you will be doomed to devastation for the rest of your life."
January laughed, "I thought people like you were supposed to give out three wishes, not death sentences."
"I'm having a bad day," the woman said.