Fortune Cookie
In the Chinese restaurant, Pauline halved her cookie, read her fate and blushed.
Jay smiled. “Good news, isn’t it?”
Pauline closed her eyes and nodded. When Jay persisted, Pauline revealed her fortune, relating it to a test she’d self-administered earlier that morning.
Jay shook his head and grew silent. He suddenly remembered an early appointment he’d scheduled the following morning. Pauline understood.
At home, Pauline boiled an egg. She broke the brittle shell away and dug her thumbs into the rubbery flesh until it slid off the yolk. The perfect ball blurred and Pauline squeezed it into a powdery yellow pulp.
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