Even though the fairground sirens were deafening, the flashing lights
“Your fate is written on the palm of your hand. Show me your lifeline.”
Instinctively, Katerina opened her hand, only to withdraw it, embarrassed.
“Thank you,” she said, and walked on joining the crowds. She didn’t
Katerina put the incident out of her mind – until next morning, when
The woman followed her in.
“What I said about your lifeline – I meant, I thought I saw…”
Katerina held out her hand: a deep wound still oozing blood. The woman cringed.
“I should have told you straight, but I was trying to break the ice
Letting the elevator door slam shut, Katerina faintly heard her saying,
“… the unequal dilation of your pupils… a sign of a neurological