Rise of the Wadjet Witch - By Juliet C. Obodo Page 0,41
world.” He gave her a sardonic grin.
“I see.” She thought he was white, but then she was African with eyes that seemed to change according to her mood.
“And my grandmother was a patrinyengri—an herbalist. My aunt is now a patrinyengri and she teaches the craft my sister.”
“What can you do?”
He picked up her hand and turned it to inspect her palm. “I can read your palm.”
“Really? What do you see?”
“I know that you’re attached to our natal charts, but palm reading is a simple chart of our lives. The left hand reveals the life we are born with, and the right hand is what we make of that life. Using the lines, mounts, divisions, and hand type, you can actually tell a person’s past, present, and future.”
“All right, then prove it.”
“Okay, well, like I said, in order to look into anybody’s future by palmistry, you need to look at the right hand. The left hand shows the characteristics the person was born with and the lines don’t change. Sometimes the lines on the right hand will change or even disappear altogether. These lines denote what you’ve made of your life so far, and show you what you will likely do in the future.”
Memphis gave him her right hand. His fingers were soft and cool against her palm. She wished that she had wiped her hands on her jeans before the reading. He made her nervous, and her palms sweat when she was nervous.
He didn’t notice, or he pretended that he hadn’t. “Both your head and heart lines are a good length and impression. This shows that you will be loyal to whomever you choose to love; you won’t allow yourself to be led astray. You love deeply, but once you see that the other person doesn’t feel the same way, you don’t stick around. This is shrewd.”
Memphis thought about Jonathan and feelings of disgust and regret flooded through her. Lawrence sensed her mood change and quickly moved on to discuss her life line.
“You’re going to live a long and healthy life, and it looks like it will be filled with children. Your marriage line shows a deep love, and there are three branches leading away from it, showing that you will have three children. I see only one long and happy marriage. It actually looks like mine. See?”
He brought up his palm to show her; they had identical markings. She raised her palm to his for a high five, but instead their hands connected in a soft grasp. They held hands for more than a few seconds before letting go and looking at the table uncomfortably.
“So,” Memphis said, attempting to break the ice, “what else can your Gypsy magick do?”
He grinned. “Well, I have a crystal ball at home.”
“No way.”
“Yes way. It was my mother’s.”
“Oh.”
“So is this all you have left from your childhood?” He picked up her chart.
“No, I have a box of things back at the apartment. Actually, I’d like to show you something.”
She looked at him shyly. Mentioning her apartment made her uncomfortable; it reminded her of last night. It didn’t have the same effect on him. He gave her a wolfish grin. She almost reconsidered her invitation, but remembered her goal to find out who she really was and what in the world was happening to her.
Maybe he would be able to tell her something about the rock. Memphis felt a thrill go through her; she was learning so much about her past. She wasn’t left on the doorstep of a church; her family had loved her until they lost her at the age of six. She had a family.
Chapter 14
They didn’t notice that the door was unlocked until Memphis tried to insert her key into the lock and it pushed back with ease. The place was a mess.
“Please tell me you just have an extremely messy roommate who came home while you were working.”
“I wish. I think I’ve been robbed.”
“Are you sure? Your television is still here and so is your sound system. Do you notice anything missing?”
The box! Memphis ran to her room—it had been trashed. Her mattress and bed frame were broken into pieces. The box lay smashed in the corner.
“Oh no! They smashed my box. It had my initial on it. My foster parents gave it to me when I turned eighteen; it’s all I have from my past.”
“Was there anything in it? Did they take it?”
She pulled out the sheaf of papers and her necklace, and then realized that she had