She turns pale

You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?

– So, you’re a palm reader. A professional palm reader? I mean, you make money with that?

– Sure, there is a lot of people who comes to me to glimpse into their future. But I’ll read your palm for free.

– No thank you, I don’t believe in such things.

– I insist. You have nothing to lose. If you don’t believe, it will be like playing, having fun. We have a lot of time to spend in this flight.

– No, thank you.

– Are you afraid?

– I said I don’t believe in palm readers and people who predict the future.

– Then let’s play a little

– You are pushy

– You’re afraid

– I’m not

– Prove it

– OK, OK, here you are.

She looks at my palm, her smile vanishes and she turns pale.

– What?

– Nothing. Everything is OK. You’ll have a long happy life

– You’re scared

– No. I’m not

– What did you see?

– I already told you

– You’re not smiling, you’re pale. Something scared you. Tell me.

– You don’t believe.

– But you obviously do.

– You’re gonna die very soon in an accident.

– How soon?

– Today

– Come on! In a plane accident?

– I don’t know

– Have you checked your palm?

– I’m scared. I believe.

– Excuse me, – I ask to the passing by flight attendant – do we have a Roman Catholic priest in the passage? I need one desperately.

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