She walks to Kenra and places her hands on Kenra’s cheeks, and they stare at one another. After a moment, the woman gives a curt nod, moving back behind her little station and gets to work. It doesn’t take long before she stands and passes over a little bag of fortune cookies. “Don’t open now,” she tells her. “Later, when a new path is needed.” “A new path?” The woman nods. “Color. Live in color.” She hands her a single fortune cookie. “Here. This one’s for today.” The woman turns to me. “She’s never been here?” “No, ma’am.” “Take her to Golden Gate Park. Ride the carousel.”
