“Let sleeping dogs lie!!”

The old lady stirs her tea dregs with a twinkle in her eager eyes.. then she tips her china teacup upside down into the floral saucer..as she stares at it with sighs..
Wondering what her fate is today she awaits of her surprise..

Yet come what may she has learned this lesson well.. ‘Tea readings’ are her forte.. she is Gypsy Adelle..
She has told herself many times.. “Do not do this task!!”
“Leave it to your queued customers outside your caravan to ask!’”
But today of all days there is an extra sort of ambience midst the evening air.. and she has a little time for herself to play around as noone is standing waiting there..

So she twirls her teacup three turns anticlockwise and she taps it strangely with a silver spoon..
As her heavy heart is apprehensive and her soul is solaced by the moon.,
Then as the eventide chill sweeps her forehead she turns the old china cup and she look straight down thru beyond infinity at the patterned tea leaves left from her sup..

“Oh dear me” the old lady glances at the view.. Gypsy Adelle is a lady that knows exactly what to do..”Let sleeping dogs lie betwixt the bygones from this reading” an inner voice repeats this line whilst her harassed head is heeding..
Immediately without another thought she turns the cup around..and forgets about the fate without no fortune that this loose black tea reading had found..