Meanwhile, back at the fortune teller’s…
Simon took me back to see the palm reader. This time, though, I got her daughter.
For twenty bucks, she looked at my palm and spewed clichés at me for five minutes.
However, she did say one important thing: “I see in your destiny three children.”
“Really?” I said. “Are you sure? Look close.”
Last time, two years ago, her mom had told me three boys and a girl. I already have three boys. The girl had me worried.
“Yes. Three children,” she said, searching my expression for clues as to what else she should say.
But that was all I needed to know. Simon dropped the twenty on the ashtray-strewn table and we left.
“I kind of wanted to say something,” he said in the car. “You know, like [adopting a countrified voice], ‘Ask her about the doctor, baby! Ask her about the doctor!’”
I laughed. “You should have.”
But, instead, we went on into the night, where house music and Jello shots turned out to be our immediate destiny.
