“I can’t tell,” said Leota, “because he don’t work. Lady Evangeline didn’t tell me enough about my nature or anything. And I would like to go back and find out some more about this boy. Used to go with this boy until he got married to this girl. Oh, shoot, that was about three and a half years ago, when you was still goin’ to the Robert E. Lee Beauty Shop in Jackson. He married her for her money. Another fortune-teller tole me that at the time. So I’m not in love with him any more, anyway, besides being married to Fred, but Mrs. Pike thought, just for the hell of it, see, to ask Lady Evangeline was he happy.”

“Does Mrs. Pike know everything about you already?” asked Mrs. Fletcher unbelievingly. “Mercy!”

“Oh, yeah, I tole her ever’thing about ever’thing, from now on back to I don’t know when—to when I first started goin’ out,” said Leota. “So I ast Lady Evangeline for one of my questions, was he happily married, and she says, just like she was glad I ask her, ‘Honey,’ she says, ‘naw, he idn’t. You write down this day, March 8, 1941,’ she says, ‘and mock it down: three years from today him and her won’t be occupyin’ the same bed.’ There it is, up on the wall with them other dates—see, Mrs. Fletcher? And she says, ‘Child, you ought to be glad you didn’t git him, because he’s so mercenary.’ So I’m glad I married Fred. He sure ain’t mercenary, money don’t mean a thing to him. But I sure would like to go back and have my other palm read.”

“Did Mrs. Pike believe in what the fortune-teller said?” asked Mrs. Fletcher in a superior tone of voice.

“Lord, yes, she’s from New Orleans. Ever’body in New Orleans believes ever’thing spooky. One of ’em in New Orleans before it was raided says to Mrs. Pike one summer she was goin’ to go from State to State and meet some grey-headed men, and, sure enough, she says she went on a beautician convention up to Chicago. . . .”

“Oh!” said Mrs. Fletcher. “Oh, is Mrs. Pike a beautician too?”

“Sure she is,” protested Leota. “She’s a beautician. I’m goin’ to git her in here if I can. Before she married. But it don’t leave you. She says sure enough, there was three men who was a very large part of making her trip what it was, and they all three had grey in their hair and they went in six States. Got Christmas cards from ’em. Billy Boy, go see if Thelma’s got any dry cotton. Look how Mrs. Fletcher’s a-drippin’.”

“Where did Mrs. Pike meet Mr. Pike?” asked Mrs. Fletcher primly.

“On another train,” said Leota.