– Young, beautiful—rub my hand for luck! I’ll tell you the whole truth, just as it is.
– Leave me alone, old woman.
– You’re going to marry a divorced woman! With children. Two of them! — the fortune-teller shouts after me.
— What?
I freeze like I’ve been nailed to the spot. I don’t believe in fortune-telling. But…
– It will happen exactly that way. I can see it… — she whines. — They’ll call you “Dad.”
– Come on, quickly un-see it! I’ll gild your hand.
– Too late. Someone has already come to pick you up…
She cackles ominously.
And I shake my head, trying to shake off the spell.
What divorced woman? No way. I’m not planning to get married at all.
Children? No. Never. This is not my story…