Cosmic Correspondent Kim Rogers-Gallagher has been invited to the
planets' secret hangout. She's the first astrologer to enter this
starry domain, and reports regularly on her findings there.
Café Part 12:
pushed the "talk" button on the cell-phone, and said hello.
doll," Mercury's voice answered me. "Got that number you
squinted at the clock, which I absolutely couldn't see without my
contacts. "What number?" Okay, so I'm not razor-sharp
before I've had coffee.
sighed loudly. "Your friend, your friend, your missing friend.
Michael. The knight guy—you know. Got his number right here. You got
sure. Even half asleep, I knew what was going on. Mercury had been
retrograde, and in Pisces. So of course he could find a "missing
person" from my sentimental past—one that I'd just had a very
Piscean dream about. That was what he was built for. I grabbed a pen
and began scribbling down the number. Before I had a chance to thank
him, however, he cleared his throat and said, "Oh, by the way,
Saturn called again."
about a reality-check. "Okay. I'll call him. I'll call him."
really should, you know," Mercury said. "He gets so darned
cranky when you try to ignore him."
was starting to get cranky myself. "I'll call him," I said,
a bit too sharply—then I remembered that Mercury was in Pisces, a
soft, sensitive sign that gets its feelings hurt way too easily. So
I apologized before he had a chance to be hurt. "I'm sorry. I'm
just not awake yet."
also wasn't looking forward to dealing with Saturn so quickly after
my lovely Neptunian dream. In fact, since Neptune was sitting directly
on my woozy Twelfth House Moon, I would have been quite happy to stay
permanently in Never-Never Land. But all good things must come to
an end—a very Saturnian philosophy—and I knew that putting Saturn
off wasn't a great idea.
obviously understood. "Okay, doll," he said. "Uncle
J says to stop in after you deal with Mr. Cranky."
smiled, then, at the thought of Jupiter, and resolved to get in contact
with Saturn immediately. As it turned out, Saturn had similar plans—and
as usual, the message was delivered by Mercury.
was about to ask him how to get in contact with Saturn, but once again,
he'd read my mind. "Just dial five," he said. "And
don't be surprised if a woman answers."
woman? Wasn't Saturn about as male as a planetary energy could get?
Maybe he had a girlfriend? No. Saturn wasn't the type of guy who liked
"dating." I was confused—but also curious, thanks to Mercury.
made coffee, showered and dressed conservatively. If Saturn wanted
to see me immediately, I was going to be prepared for him. Or her.
Or them. Whatever. I picked up my new galactic cell-phone, as I'd
begun to think of it, and poked the number five firmly.
woman answered. And she sounded like an older woman. "Yes, Kim.
This is Saturn."
really didn't know what to say. "Uh, oh. Well, hello. You wanted
to talk to me?"
But in person, dear," she said. "At my office."
course. Was there another place for a meeting with Saturn? "Okay,"
I agreed. "How do I get there?"
an office next to the Café," she answered. "The door is
to the right. When you arrive, ring the buzzer and I'll let you in.
And please try to be prompt."
Saturn was familiar with my Sagittarian propensity for…oh, let's call
it "tardiness." But I was certainly going to make this appointment
on time. "When would you like to see me?" I asked.
away," she said. "There's no time like the present, child."
on my way." I was touched, but not surprised, to hear Saturn
warn me to be careful driving just before she hung up.
Week: Saturn, The Elderly Wise-Woman