The Oracle’s Curse | The Saturday Evening Post
Shutterstock Just five seconds earlier, she had seemed too good to be true. He should have known there was something a little off, just waiting to reveal itself. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll pay for it,” Karyn said while the two of them waited for their dessert. “You don’t really believe in all that?” Larry replied , trying to hedge his tone between faux worry and gentle kidding. “Do you?” Larry Pemberton really liked this girl. As a guy who always had standards a little too high for his side of the ledger, he didn’t find many women he wanted to see the socially accepted three times. Through two dates, Karyn had seemed like a good match. She was smart, accomplished, beautiful … And, it turned out, a believer in mystical powers. “It depends,” she said, interrupting his skeptical thoughts. “You have to go to the right one, obviously. A lot of them are just making things up, or telling you what they think you want to hear …” The concept of a “right” psychic was a concept Larry...