Francine the fortune teller had no insurance. She sat in emergency, suffering from depression. She lived in an area known for artists, musicians, dancers and writers. They came to her seeking hope for the future in their field. Time after time, all she saw was failure.
They slipped away, head down, distraught.
She explained to the nurse practitioner, it wasn't just that. It was images she saw focusing on what they would wind up doing their adult lives. Bowling teams, crossing guard, laundromat attendant, personal trainer, dog walker, real estate lawyer. When she related this to the nurse, that woman joined her in sobbing.
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