“The Fates are never wrong! Don’t you know that?” She snaps, before taking a calming breath, lifting her hands, making motions in the air as though to accompany deep breaths. She smirks when she catches my eye and bends towards me, almost dropping her massive boobs from her low-cut top in my face. “I don’t know. I sense something in this one. You think, Papi, she has a little summin, summin?”

Cesar doesn’t seem impressed, or not impressed, totally blank, and I can only assume he is who she calls Papi. I know it’s a name for your lover or mate. She reaches out, picking up a strand of my...