“Do you really think this is going to work?” Lisa asked her. “Of course it is,” Stevie assured her. “We’re the ones who know the future!” “I know what you mean,” Lisa said. “But this is a little weird.” “Lisa. You’ve got to have faith. By the end of the day”—Stevie waved her hand mysteriously—“everyone’s problems will be solved!” Since Stevie was taking the first stint as fortune-teller, Carole and Lisa began walking through the fairgrounds, drumming up business for the booth. “Fortunes read!” they cried. “Get your fortunes read! Learn the secrets of your future! Visit the Goodluck Horseshoe fortune-telling booth! Only one dollar!” Stevie didn’t have long to wait before the first visitor ducked his head to enter the tent. It was Colonel Hanson. “Hello, stranger,” Stevie said in her most mysterious tones. “Hello, Madame. Here’s your dollar.” Colonel Hanson sat down on the box on the other side of the table. “Let me have your best shot.”
