Disclaimer: I own everything... just kidding, I own nothing. Except for maybe the old lady.
Fortunes Fancy
"There's a fortune teller in town." Said Philippa, looking up from the newspaper, "They say she can even predict your future husband. I guess I should go to see her to help with the decision of Alec or Alonzo."
"I'd like to go to see how accurate her guess is." Anne told Phil.
"Yay!" Shouted Phil, "We'll go on Saturday."
The girls stuck to their decision of going on Saturday, but didn't feel so sure when they came to the old gypsy caravan.
"I've got a bad feeling about this." Phil said worriedly
"There's nothing to be afraid of." Anne reassured her friend, "You go first." She added pushing Phil towards the caravan.
Just then an eccentric old lady came out of the caravan. She had beady black eyes, and silver hair.
"Come in dear," The woman said as she dragged Phil by the arm into her home.
A half-hour later Phil re-emerged.
"So how did it go? Is it Alec or Alonzo?" Asked Anne curiously.
"Neither." Said Phil in disbelief, "I think the woman is completely mental, she said that I'm going to marry a poor and ugly minister. Did you ever hear the likes? It's completely unbelievable!"
"Your turn deary." The old lady called to Anne, not hearing what Philippa had said
"Good luck!" called Phil as Anne walked into the caravan.
