I had to wait to go in: she was on the ‘phone, reading from a magazine.
She was definitely the most glamorous of the tellers I’d visited.
No wish this time, it cost £10, not the advertised three, though she did read both hands.
“Wherever you go once, you can go back to. You are popular, and well-liked. You’ll live into your eighties, you won’t be a burden.”
She pointed out my life lines, then asked my age.
She asked if I was in management, because she believed I was about to make a career change – I should go it alone, and will have made my name by the age of 40.
“5 and 8 are your lucky numbers… blue and white your lucky colours… and Saturday your lucky day, so anything you do, do it on a Saturday and it’ll be lucky.”
“The dates December 17th or 18th are big days for you, you’ll get a nice surprise.”
“There are two children on your hand… you were born to be a dad. I also see marriage and moving in together within the next twelve to eighteen months,”
She asked if I had any unanswered questions. I mentioned the sugar.
“No, I don’t see any sugar in your palm at all. What will kill you is something like a heart attack, something sudden and painless. You won’t suffer.”
Before leaving, I bought a lucky birthstone charm bear from her for three pounds.
