"Show me your hand," Sibby's young cousin declared.
"What? Why?" she asked.
"I'm going to read your fortune," her cousin insisted.
"You? Tell my fortune?"
"I learned from my friend at school."
Sibby laughed. "Fine, be a fortune teller. It's certainly not what I expected on my first night back in America, but go ahead!"
The girl looked seriously at the palm of Sibby's hand.
"Your head line is very strong," she declared.
Sibby smiled.
The girl was silent. "This should be your heart line, but it's not solid. It breaks up here and here…"
"I think that's quite enough."