My holiday over, I went
back to working for the other language school in Plymouth. News of
my hand reading skills soon spread and R, a large, black girl from
the Caribbean wanted me to read her hand. Studying her figure, I had
anticipated a thick sensual hand with a prominent fleshy mount of
Venus and possibly with lesbian tendencies but it was not at all like
I had expected
“This
is strange,” I said. “I’ve never seen a hand like this before.
You’ve loved two people at the same time – there’s quite a
crossover period here. But both lines are entirely separate which
means you must not have had physical contact with both at the same
time. How strange!”
Her
mouth fell open. “How did you know?! It’s true! I had this
really intense relationship with this one guy, then it kinda fizzled
out then when I was still seeing him I met this other guy online.
That was pretty intense too but it’s just finished. I never met
him in the end.”
My
students wanted me to read the hands of one of their teachers. She
was a stout, pleasant lady in her fifties with short grey hair and a
devout air about her. She didn’t speak any English so my students
had to translate what I said to her. She had a single, very deep
line on her love life.
“You
have one very big love in your life,” I told her.
My
students giggled. “She is a Sister,” they told me. “She has
been a nun all her life.”
“Maybe
the big love is Jesus Christ,” said Angela and the nun nodded
happily.
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