little boy
—I— fortune-teller: your future has been revealed to you my child in your dreams too bad I don’t remember them, ain’t it nobody has truly understood your soul yet mon petite I already know that the question is will they ever do ma cherie I see you’ve never had peace of mind you should take it easy you know I do —II— she told our futures five unalike women one by one in a back room where the baby sleeps fortunately he was out at the time but I wonder if all those ominous things said lingered in the room with her cigarette smoke to give the little boy nightmares later