Pathetic...

She looked at my palm and was very quiet for a moment, before slowly looking up, directly into my eyes...there was a hesitation...

You see, my friend had wanted to have her Tarot cards read, she wanted to know her destiny.  She was in the woman's back room, behind the curtain for quite some time; I heard the murmur of their talk but could not decipher what they were saying...I waited...

When she came out, my friend had a big smile, and as we left the woman's little  studio, my friend went on and on about everything the psychic had revealed.  My friend seemed pleased; there were good things in store, much to look forward to in the coming months of her life.  I was happy for her, even as I held my skepticism in check.  It's all a sham, afterall...none of that shit is for real.  But I kept it inside, not wanting to pop the bubble of my friend's moment.  But no, inside, I remained a non-believer...

Yet, somewhere even deeper within me, I wasn't so sure.  You see, she'd nailed me...I mean, really nailed my life.  Oh yeah, I'd had my palm read before my friend went behind the curtain.  My friend wanted me to share the experience; I only had $20 to spare, to throw away is what I was really thinking.  But she nailed it; she nailed me...

She read my life-line first.  "You will live a long life," she pronounced.  Hmmm, well, most of my relatives have lived into their eighties and nineties...even had a great aunt who made it to 100.  Next, it was whatever line that determines who I am, what sort of person and calling I have.  She said, "You are good with people; you are very compassionate and caring and have much wisdom to share. People  gravitate towards you.  You should be a teacher or work in health-care."  Hmmm, okay, so, I've worked in the schools before; I coached soccer for a number of years and was a substitute teacher as well.  I do love teaching kids and have often wondered if I should go back to school to get my teaching certificate.  Also, I currently work in health-care as a nurse's aide and debate  whether my talents might be well served in the nursing profession. 

Hmmm...two for two, I was thinking to myself...

So, last she looked at my love-line.  That's when she looked up from my palm, directly into my eyes...but before she said anything she looked back at my palm.  Some time passed before she said, "Let's be honest," and as she looked up to my eyes a second time she proclaimed, "it's pathetic..."

Slowly she released my hand and solemnly bid me farewell.  And while I waited for my friend to discover her own fate, behind the seer's curtain, I thought to myself, hmmm...three for three...