063: Fortune-telling
When Jim had been a small boy of only seven or eight, he went to a carnival. He didn't have any money to buy a ticket, he scurried through a hole in the fence. Walking around, awed by spinning lights and amused faces, he believed this place was a fantasy. Feeling brave, he'd gone into a tent where a caped lady asked for his hand to read.
Her own hands trembled as she held his.
She said he would save the world.
Having just gotten his first crush he, of course, asked about love.
She grinned wide, her shivers gone.