Tea steeps for three minutes before the fortune-teller hands the porcelain Zodiac cup to my wife. She takes two gulps, leaving a mouthful in the bottom with the leaves. Holding the cup in her left hand, she swirls it three times and passes it back.
Her eyes flick to me. We’ve been here before with gynecologists, shamans, faith healers, tarot readers, and psychics. None have given the right answer.
She needs someone to say the two of us can become three. Since doctors said it was impossible, I can’t form those words for her.
She leans in and the reading begins.