"No, Arnold, really, hold-" His hands were pale and soft, like he'd never worked a day at what her father called honest work.
"But what you are telling me is vague enough that I could apply it to anything that could happen in my life." It was like being tickled with a feather but he wouldn't have pulled away, even if it felt like a hot poker being pressed hard into the flesh, breaking bones on its way in.
"Well, yes, but you can still use it as a guideline."
"Fine. Where are the lines guiding me, then?"
She turned his hand, this way and that, as though the light would make the very skin come to some other, better result.
"Oh my."
"What's wrong?"
"I am no professional, of course, but-" She stopped herself, to deliberately cheap effect.
"But?" He expertly raised one eyebrow (something he practiced in a mirror nightly, not that he would have admitted it).
"Because you did not believe in the truth of your palms, you shall be cursed with coming here again!"
"That's no curse." And he smiled. She turned his hand, this way and that, as though
"No, Arnold, really, hold-" His hands were pale and soft, like he'd never worked a day at what her father called honest work.
"But what you are telling me is vague enough that I could apply it to anything that could happen in my life." It was like being tickled with a feather but he wouldn't have pulled away, even if it felt like a hot poker being pressed hard into the flesh, breaking bones on its way in.
"Well, yes, but you can still use it as a guideline."
"Fine. Where are the lines guiding me, then?"
She turned his hand, this way and that, as though the light would make the very skin come to some other, better result.
"Oh my."
"What's wrong?"
"I am no professional, of course, but-" She stopped herself, to deliberately cheap effect.
"But?" He expertly raised one eyebrow (something he practiced in a mirror nightly, not that he would have admitted it).
"Because you did not believe in the truth of your palms, you shall be cursed with coming here again!"
"That's no curse." And he smiled. She turned his hand, this way and that, as though
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