“Give me your palm, and I will give you your fate.”
Grudgingly, I laid my palm on the table, flinching from the contact of her long fingers and pointed nails.
“Aaah. Your life will be long….
….but I see conflict in store for you.”
My eyes began to wander, and my brain tuned out her senseless babble.
A little girl passed by, the wonder clear in her expression and her mother’s battle to keep her going forward.
“Mommy, look!” she said, pointing, “There’s a lady dressed as a giant bug!”
A peel of laughter burst from my mouth, and the lady looked up from my palm, perplexed.
“You laugh at your future?,” she asked, apparently annoyed at my lack of respect for her mystical words.
“No,” I answered, “I laugh with it.”