Latitia stood to pour the tea, leaning over the table to reach Julie’s cup. “You just have to find what works for you,” she said. “You talk to dead people, you should be open-minded about predicting the future. I can’t read tarot cards or tea leaves and if you’re giving me the palm of your hand I hope it’s because you want to be friends.” She sat down and proffered the milk jug. “Milk and sugar?”
“Julie looked into her tea and swallowed hard. “You may not be able to,” she said, “but I can see our future in the water. Run!”
As they scrambled out of the house, Julie was reminded of the scene in ‘
She almost wished she were an ordinary Joe without the ability to see this shit.