TITLE: Fortune Foretold
GENRE: Commercial Fiction
The fortune-teller studied the dark leaves at the bottom of the teacup as Eva squirmed in her creaky chair.
"Okay, I see that you had a baby."
Eva stiffened, her face paled.
Her best friend Pam looked at her in surprise. "You had a baby?"
"No." She wrung her hands as they lay in her lap.
"I'm sorry." Alma's voice dropped. "You had an abortion, didn't you?"
Eva sat speechless. Pam looked dumbstruck. She stared at Eva, eyes wide with disbelief.
"I know you were very young," Alma finished. "Okay, to your future." She turned the cup around.
"You will have more children," she told her. "Two boys. You work with children though, do you not?"
"Yes. Yes I do."
Alma was not much older than Eva and Pam. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she wore a plain white blouse and jeans. Her fingernails and lips were painted a frosty pink. She didn't look like a fortune-teller. Eva had been expecting an older woman wearing a flowing caftan, strings of pearls, dangling earrings, a ring on every finger, sporting a bandana on her head and a gold tooth.
Eva's skepticism had compelled Pam to sit in on the reading when they arrived twenty minutes earlier.
At that time Alma had ushered the two women through a set of curtained French doors into what appeared to be the original dining room.