I read tea leaves. It’s an old art; a simple form of fortune
telling. There is one definite rule. Don’t leave people without hope. Sure, there’s
memory work to do but often it’s a matter of reading the people not the tea
leaves. Their body language, or their own words, they give it away.
I’ve never been mean. I’ve always made
sure that I’ve softened the blow if it looks like I’ve struck a nerve. People have enough burdens without my adding
to them with a bleak reading.
Wouldn’t you like a cup of tea? Is something is
on your mind?
