She said she could read palms.
I thought nothing of it. Yet, glancing back, I wonder…
She took my hand into hers, furrowed her brow, deep in thought, pondering. I took a sip of my drink with my free hand, nonchalant. She peered harder, hard enough to get my attention. I put my glass back onto the table, leaned forward and looked at my hand.
â€œItâ€™s not good, not bad either, but this is…â€
I asked her what she saw, what she meant.
â€œWell, according to this, you are going to be very successful, possibly wealthy…â€
Sounded good so far, but I knew there was more to come.
â€œ…but, well, it looks like you wonâ€™t be happy.â€ There was some sort of finality in the way she said those words.
I thought nothing of it; the night went on without further incident.
That was a while back, forever ago, its 2:22 pm now, Iâ€™m looking back….