The lady continued. “I see trouble… a joker. This one is full of trickery. He is wearing some sort of jewelry that marks him.”
I gasped, needles pricking my neck. I sat there silent.
“He is an imposter. Beware!” She holds the cup closer. “There is going to be great change to your life and those you hold close to your heart.” Her face lifted with excitement. “Ah! This is good!” I was fretful of her definition of good. “There is faire l’amour!” (Love) You will find a lost love, your true love.” She glanced up into my face and smiled.
I frowned.
“Non, non! He will be your amour ne dépendant de rien.” (true love) She went on. “He is dark, but his heart will change. You like this! No?”
“I’m happy with someone now.”
“I don’t think so.” She shook her head. “Believe half of what you see and
