“Tracey, have you ever had your palm read?” Kelly asked as they walked back from the pretzel vendor on the corner.
“Once, in college.” Tracey answered, biting into the hot, crusty confection. “Why? Have you?”
“Not really. I was buying coffee this morning. I was reaching for my latte when the woman behind the counter took my hand, turned it over, and stared at my palm. She said that she could see that I'd already found love,” Kelly replied, glancing shyly sideways.
“That's not clairvoyance, it's that huge hickie on your neck. You should remind Serena she's not a Hoover,” Tracey replied dryly, a smirk on her face as Kelly stopped dead in her tracks. Tracey just kept walking.