I met a Russian woman on the train. The ticket taker thought we were mother and daughter. It is almost her 63rd birthday. She read my palm.
Both Cancers, we are very strong. She claims I will only get better with age. I will live very long. I must take care of my liver. Eat apples. Drink juice.
I will be very rich. Not just a little rich, but rich rich.
I have a talent that I need to share more then I do now. I should also keep reading, wear beautiful clothes and dance.
I don’t want to get married, she says, but I have to because I will have two children. Very far apart in age. When I do marry it will be forever.