The Psychic reader was out , the sign above her door read.

Oliver needed a reading, he was desperate. He knew today he would meet the girl of his dreams and needed to know what the future held.

The old woman appeared at the door, “Come een my son, come een.â€?

Malcolm followed the haggard shriveled wrinkled old woman.

He sat , a globe on a table clothed round table in front of him.

“We shall begeen, gif mee your hand,â€? she took it and turned it to it’s palm. “Ah yes, you vill meet the voman uf your dreams today.â€?

“Really, I knew it I just knew today was the day. My horoscope said so. What will she look like?â€? He asked excitedly.

“She vill be older than you, and vill have her own bizness.â€?

“O, I am so happy, you have made me the happiest man alive,â€? Oliver said and he kissed the old pyschic reader on the lips.

The psychic reader smile to herself thinking, dis vas easier than I thought to land a young man. I hope he haz more money then zee last one