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One Future, Five Ways

A writer puts a handful of storefront psychics—and his fate—to the test.

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Cher
191 Clinton St., nr. Atlantic Ave., Cobble Hill

The obligatory warning:
“Who’s Lisa? She’ll be coming into your circle in the next six weeks. Keep away, okay? I see her causing a lot of confusion and jealousy.”

“How many kids will I have?”
“Two boys.”

“Will I ever afford Brooklyn real estate?”
“You’ll own your own home in the city. But I don’t see it until toward the end of 2014.”

“What’s going to happen next week?”
“I see some sort of promotion happening in your work, going to the next level. But I also see someone trying to take it away from you or posing confusion.”

One week later:
No promotion, no confusion.


Marie
122 Montague St., nr. Henry St., Brooklyn Heights

The obligatory warning:
“You should be alert. There is a female who’s jealous of your marriage. So, don’t let people know your business. Okay?”

“How many kids will I have?”
“A boy first, then a girl.”

“Will I ever afford Brooklyn real estate?”
“You looking to buy something in the Heights? I’ve been here 35 years. I remember when brown­stones were cheap. Just be alert, okay? You’re born to be lucky.”

“What’s going to happen next week?”
“I see some stuff that you have to do, and it’ll go your way. You will have the favor of God with you.”

One week later:
Unclear if anything has, in fact, gone my way.


Nicole
110 W. Houston St., nr. Thompson St.

The obligatory warning:
“I see somebody from your past, from a past relationship, coming back and bringing some trouble. Somebody with the letter M. Who’s that?”

“How many kids will I have?”
“Two boys and a girl.”

“Will I ever afford Brooklyn real estate?”
“I do see a large home. But I’m feeling Jersey. But close Jersey, not far Jersey.”

“What’s going to happen next week?”
“No decisions in this month. Wait until next month.”

One week later:
Still waiting.


Donna
240 W. 14th St., nr. Eighth Ave.

The obligatory warning:
“Someone’s making rumors about you. Causing trouble, making you problems, trying to stop you from having success in your business.”

“How many kids will I have?”
“I see twins. If it’s three pregnancies, four children. If it’s two pregnancies, three children.”

“Will I ever afford Brooklyn real estate?”
“It’s looking good, but you’ll have to be careful. Check the walls, the storage, the plumbing, everything. Check the roof. I don’t want you to take any chances.”

“What’s going to happen next week?”
“Something for business is coming. It says there are two strong prospects coming up. Don’t say no to either one. And then come to me, and we’ll talk about it. Okay? I really, really like you.”

One week later:
No prospects to speak of.


Gina
334 W. 49th St., nr. Ninth Ave.

The obligatory warning:
“You have friends to your face, but behind your back they’re jealous. It could be a close relative. It’s a man. I see your marriage drifting up and down. There’s too much jealousy.”

“How many kids will I have?”
“Three children. The first won’t be for another year.”

“Will I ever afford Brooklyn real estate?”
“Not for another two, two and a half years, but eventually you’re going to own a home. By next year, there’s money coming your way.”

“What’s going to happen next week?”
“It looks pretty good. I don’t see anything for you to worry about. You could always come back for another reading, because it does change, you understand?”

One week later:
Things are fine.


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