But I pay a little more attention as she went back to studying my tea leaves.
“You’ve suffered great losses in your life,” Aracelia intones. She hasn’t broken eye contact since she set the teacup down. “A sibling. A parent—no, both parents.”
Mama to cancer, just after I was born.
Papa to his own greed.
Cesar to the man I married.
Maybe she’s not so nutty after all.
“Violence has plagued your past,” the woman continues. “And according to these leaves, it will continue to plague your future.”
Those words make me stop short. I stare at Aracelia, wondering if maybe I’d misheard her.
Actually, it’s more like I’m hoping I misheard her.
“Your leaves are chaotic,” Aracelia repeats. “I sense that the path you’ve chosen is not an easy one. There will be many challenges ahead for you.”
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