The young woman told me she could tell my future for ten dollars. I gave her the money and sat at the table. She turned over some cards and told me some generic nonsense. Then she took my hand. She looked like she was being electrocuted. She jumped up and ran through the back door, leaving behind her cards and her ten dollars.
An old woman came through the door. She looked me in the eyes and asked how many men I’ve killed. I told her None. She asked me if I wanted to know how many I will kill.