A Very Fine Line by Julie Johnson

“…’twas no time at all before word got round that our mother could read teacups with the skill of the Delphic Oracle, as she was sometimes called. And well I remember the buggies lined up while their owners waited their turn to have their fortunes told inside, at a small pine table……she was the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.” And now Rosalind has been told that she has “the gift” , that she is ‘the one’, and she doesn’t want it.