She told me she could read palms, immediately grabbed my hand and started analyzing my lines.
“You will know great heartache, but also great love,” she proclaimed, a standard of the future reading arts, along with: “Some people might say you’re a little bit psychic.”
She smiled. Then she paused, gazed deeper into my hand with a troubled look, and muttered something about my life line. Finally, she pointed to a spot on my palm and looked deep into my eyes.
“Someday you will write a book about everything you’ve been though,” she said, “and that book will exorcise a lot of your demons.”
She stared at me for a few dramatic seconds as our waitress passed diner food around the table of Saturday night drunks.
I never saw her again—just a friend of a friend met in passing. That was over twenty years ago, but today her final prediction proves true.
The Mourning After is officially available in both ebook and paperback. Producing this book has indeed banished some of my oldest demons, but it also taught me how to sing about my friendly ghosts. I hope you enjoy reading and sharing it with others.
Thank you for always reading along.