My girlfriend, Sylvia, and I, were in the living room of Madame Lucy Teasdale. She was a psychic. Several weeks before, she had sent an advertisement to my home offering a free reading. I had not accepted at the time, but when the second advertisement came, Sylvia suggested that both of us receive readings. I had never believed a great deal in the ability of psychics to predict anything, but, since Sylvia was not a skeptic, I agreed.
|Why Did She Say That? by Mario V. Farina|