The future will be muggy

We went for laughs. The sign said "ACCURATE PSYCHIC." Under that, the phone number. Then under that the low low price. It was the low low price that really won us over.

We walked right in and Dave sat right down, across from the old woman with her stupid crystal ball. Dave really wanted to believe it, you could tell.

She looked like she was concentrating, and we were all afraid to say something. She took a deep breath. "The future will be muggy," she said, without looking up. This the very night before Dave was moving to Louisiana. You could see him make the connections, and he was getting very excited.

"Can you tell us anything else?" he asked. I wanted to leave, and I think Cliff wanted to leave too.

She grabbed his hand, her tendons showing. "Stay away from Mexico."

"Mexico?"

"Away. Away."

Dave looked up at us. We wanted to leave. "What about the Gulf of Mexico?"

"Is that Mexico?" Rhetorical, but none of us were sure.

"OK," Dave said, knowing full well he would have to go to Louisiana the next day. "I'll stay away from Mexico."

"You won't, though."

"I will!"

"You won't, I know, because nothing is changing." Looking him in the eyes, now.

The only way to make him feel better, that night, was to take him to Pedro's. But holding his soda, especially, you could see his hands were still shaking. He overtipped the waitress.