Then she said, “Let me see your palm,” and I gave her my right hand. She said, “I see dark spirits around you.” Big gulp on my part. “Why are they there? How do I get rid of them?” “They are there because you are sad,” she said. “You must have a bath and fill a plastic bottle with the water afterward.” And she continued: “For each of your years on earth, you must strap a hundred-dollar bill to the bottle with elastic and give it to me. That is the cure.”
