They were seated, two women facing each other in the darkened room. The only dim source of
light was a round white ball on the table in the centre.

"You want me to lie?" asked the young girl.

"Lie? No, I don't want you to lie. I expect you to tell them what they want to hear." said
the old woman, her eyes closed, her wrinkles soft.

"But I can truly see! Don't people deserve to know the truth?"

"Curse the truth! Truth doesn't bring us pennies, girl! You will not make the customers sad
with your bally truth, you hear me?" The old women had opened her eyes wide and was glaring
at the girl. She looked eerie in her mirror dress with the many strange beads.

The girl nodded nervously. After a while, the old fake fortune teller calmed down. As she
lit a cigarette, she remarked, "And don't wear so much makeup for God's sake. You look like
a bloody geisha."

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