Eavesdropping On the Soothsayers
They entered the restaurant in silence.
Sat in front of me; cackled and wrinkled as they talked.
I sat back in a corner, trying not to eavesdrop.
Their conversation was fascinating though.
It kept dragging me right out of my juicy novel.
“Mount of Jupiter, mystic cross, broken life line,
lucky bracelets, outer Mount of Mars, and then I
discovered a star on her Mount of Venus!”
The other palm reader stared at her. “NO!
So hard to believe!”
I do not lie, she said.
I do not lie.
If I had a nickel for every time she said that
I would have $1.25 after this restaurant meal.
Which might indicate how boring this novel was.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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