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eventually settled in San Francisco for the longest amount of time. I missed the hippies though; most of them had cleared out a few years before, but I still found places to work on my art and read palms.” 
    “You read palms?” I couldn’t even imagine the life she was describing, yet at the same time it all made so much sense. I studied her beads and her rings and the cowboy boots that she wore on her feet; Jeannie was a woman one couldn’t define easily. I leaned forward so she could reach my hand. She laid it flat, using her other hand to smooth out the flesh and began ‘reading.’
    She ran a finger across my skin. “This is your heart line. Do you see how long and curvy it is? This means you freely express your feelings and emotions.” She cocked her head. “Then this one is your life line. It’s fairly straight and close to the edge of the palm—it means you’re cautious when it comes to relationships.”
    “Is that a nice way to say I’m un-trusting?” I wanted to laugh at her comments and scoff at the practice, but I couldn’t. Her voice was so sure and her hands were so strong yet soothing when holding mine. I felt like I was in a trance.
    “But your life line…do you see how it breaks here? That implies a sudden change in lifestyle.” Her fingers traced over the lines on my hand.
    “You could say that, I guess.” My knee bounced. “With the move and all.”
    Jeannie studied me and with her free hand she smoothed my hair, her fingers lingering at the ends. “Change can be hard, but it can also be the best thing to ever happen.” Her eyes hovered over my shoulder a little before refocusing on my hand. “Oh, and you have a fate line. Not everyone does. Yours is deep and joins your life line.”
    “What does that mean?” I asked.
    “It means you’re strongly controlled by fate. The theory is that you also develop aspirations early on, based on the idea you already know what direction you are headed. Do you think that’s true?”
    I thought for a minute, letting her continue to rub my palm as she examined it further. Did I believe in fate? That the things going on in my life now were destined? I definitely didn’t feel in control of anything. “I’m not sure.” Wanting to change the subject I asked, “So you did this? Reading palms and selling artwork?”
    Jeannie released my hand, causing her bracelets to slide together with a soft clink. “I did. I read palms, tea leaves. I read auras. A little bit of everything.
    “Auras?”
    “For a dollar, I would read the auras of tourists roaming about town. Everyone has a different color or shading around them. The colors mean different things. It can explain your personality or reveal the stress you’re under. The colors of your aura are also affected by the energies of other people. It’s common to have other people’s colors in your aura. It could be your family’s influence or just the spirits that surround us.”
    Her words held a deeper meaning for me. It was as though Aunt Jeannie knew more about me than I suspected. She must have sensed the shift in my mood because her hand reached out to cover mine. “Are you okay?”
    “Why are you telling me all of this?”
    She shrugged and brushed a loose strand of hair over my shoulder. “I don’t know. I thought you wanted to know.”
    “Do you believe in this? These mystical and spiritual theories?”
    Jeannie fixed me with a firm stare. “I do. They aren’t exact, but I do.”
    “Have you read my aura?”
    She brushed her hair over her shoulder. “I have. It was very strong and clear the minute I saw you tonight.”
    Tonight. “What did you see?”
    “Your aura was bright red. Like a halo of fire.”
    I swallowed. “What does that mean?”
    “It means you’re emitting a strong sense of life force and survival. You are raw and passionate, yet full of anger and frustration. I would interpret it as you feeling overwhelmed by change.”
    I blinked, absorbing the information.