Walking down the street in Paris, my path to the bakery was blocked by three gypsies. I looked at their brightly colored skirts and shawls, and smiled. One of them held her hand out for me to stop, I had no choice; the other gypsy grabbed my hand, I looked in her eyes, in French she said:
"LA PROCHAINE FOIS, C'EST UN GARCON!" (Next time it will be a boy!)
Right then and there my fortune was told...
I was pregnant,
with a girl,
and I would have a boy the next time.
Just like that on the way to the bakery, my buns were baked.
Photo of a 19th century French engraving,"The Fortune Teller- La Bonne Aventure"