You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?
As I sit here looking at my palm, first at my right one and then at my left one, they are different. I am looking for the life line to see how long it is and all of the lines on both of my palms seem pretty short, there isn't one that extends to beyond my palm so I really don't want a reading.
But since this is pretend, here goes nothing, she, the fortune teller, says that since my lines criss cross that means that I will end up living the rest of my life across the ocean in a small house with a smallish garden in peace and tranquility with a small dog and the only long line that I have on my palm represents my long marriage to my husband. She also says that the many short lines show many small grandchildren in the future milling around the small house and playing with the small dog (Jack).
Since these are happy predictions, I go into my pocket and give her a bill to show my thanks and she closes her eyes and goes to sleep while I sit next to her looking out the window of the plane dreaming of my small villa at Le Canon with my small garden that Jack has claimed for his own and fantasizing my daily trips to the market each morning, picking out nectarines, cantaloup, French bread and other goodies for lunch.
That plane ride is probably one of the best ever.