” So you can look at my hand and see my future?”
Her name was Aminda Rava and she assured me she could do just that.
” All of these little lines mean something?”
Miss Rava said with a bright smile, “Among other things.”
” Go ahead.” I offered up my left hand.
” Is that your dominant hand?”
” My what?”
“Is that the hand you write with?”
” I need to read your right hand then.”
I kept my smile carefully arranged on my face.
It was too late to back out.
I gave her my right hand.
Miss Rava looked at my hand, she read what was there and she looked slowly up into my face.
” Did it tell you anything?” I asked.
The Palm Reader shook her head. ” Not a word.”
” Are you sure.” I grabbed her hand and held it tight. ” Not a word?”
” Nothing.” She insisted.
I offered her my left hand.
” Read this one.”
” I think. I think that wouldn’t be such a good idea.”
” Why on Earth not.”
” Your hand. Your hand. It’s…
I leaned close and whispered into Aminda Rava’s ear- which was pieced six or seven times. “It says it’s not my hand.”
She looked confused.
I held my right hand up. ” Blabbermouth.” I told it.
” I’d chop this one off too but do you know how hard it is to find a good fit?” I asked Miss Rava
I looked down at Aminda’s hand and when I looked up into her eyes…
I was smiling.
She was not.
” It’s almost impossible”