“I don’t know why I bother with the other artefacts. No one ever wants me to use them,” The fortune-teller mumbled.
Her palm extended; Eddie considered a good hand cream would help.
“Cross my palm and I’ll foretell your future.”
He gave her a twenty.
“I see a handsome man in the mists.”
“Is it me?”
“Who else would it be when you’ve just paid me? Yes, it’s you, idiot!” She composed herself. “I have a warning that will help save your life…”
Eddie’s voice trembled “What is it?”
“Don’t eat the hotdogs!”