“Megan’s mom doesn’t like her learning about astrology. I’m going to have to ask you to stop talking about it with the girls.” “But it’s the science of the stars!” “She thinks it’s Satanic. You gave her daughter a pentagram.” “It’s a natal chart, duh. You can’t let ignorance trump science here, Miss Mary!” Nothing I said could persuade her. She was a Taurus. Once her mind was made up, it was over.
