Have you ever had your tarot read?
My husband and I got the mystic itch and paid twenty bucks to attend a psychic fair a few weeks ago. Mr. Sunshine and I were ushered to a small roped-off area of the room hosting a dozen or so adults at little card tables. Each psychic had her own special ability. One woman twitched as she whispered to the dead over her shoulder. A scarred man scattered runes across his table. I limped over to my psychic who looked like a retired elementary school teacher in her pumpkin-print blouse and gold coin earrings.
The first words out of her pink-slicked mouth, "you're getting your master's degree."