Just after my son was born I took him to a Ginhah fortune teller. Human palmistry is fake, of course, but the Ginhah clearly know things. She took one look at one of my son’s hands and balked, wouldn’t give me a reading. I offered to pay double, but she refused. I’m almost certain she was afraid of him, of my son.
I haven’t told my husband about it. I tried to take the baby to a different Ginhah fortune teller, but they’re all closed, gone offworld, something about a religious holiday. There’s nothing marked on the calendar though, oddly.
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