Richard Daybell always tells an amusing story.
Originally posted on Tis Pity He's a Writer:
I really don’t know why my mother took me to see Bessie and Cora. Perhaps she was worried about the future, my future, and the future was Bessie and Cora’s forte. These two sixty-something ladies shared a bungalow on the upper end of D Street, a bungalow from which they told fortunes, mostly to the young women whose husbands were off trying their best to wind down World War II.
Bessie and Cora were twins as well as fortunetellers.
Although they looked very much alike, they were not identical, which made life much easier for Wilhelm, Cora’s husband, who also shared the bungalow and whose eyesight and mental prowess had been waning since about 1939, so that it was difficult enough for him to identify his wife as it was.
Bessie and Cora each took a slightly different spin on divining the future: Bessie was an avowed palmist; Cora dabbled…
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