The Fortune Teller
This is for my grandmother who helped raise me before she passed away in 1968. She was a great believer in superstition and an accomplished reader of tea leaves. We never ever drank tea using a tea bag ... only the leaves straight into the cup. I hardly knew what a tea bag was. And oh ... the fortunes she would tell.
My grandmother would read teacups each and every day. The residue of the leaves would align in the cup in forms that would conjure images to her. The images had meaning that she would interpret. I don't know where she learned her craft but I suspect that this was acquired from her family in Ireland.
This, of course, was of great interest to those older than I who would hang on her every word. As a child I was both awed but suspicious of her idea that somehow she could see into the future. The most dramatic reading was one in which she claims to have predicted my father's death by reading the leaves from my mother's cup. I can still remember that so vividly. In retrospect her seemingly awesome power scared the hell out of me.