Annie used to be a journalist; now she is a fortune-teller. The Germans who show up at her door with palms outstretched include military officers. She traces the lines of their palms with her fingertip, murmuring predictions. Some officers long for a lover. Some are worried about the war. She coaxes them to tell her where they will be stationed, what they plan to do. The officers don’t know that Annie has stashed two mimeograph machines in the apartment or that the details they disclose will find their way into the leaflets that she will reproduce on the machines.
