I’m walking down the street with my best friend Mari. It’s a gorgeous day, and we just had lunch at a riverfront restaurant and are enjoying the downtown shops. We are in a little shop-lined alleyway with cobblestone streets, and we spot one of those old carnival cabinets with a fortune teller inside. Tall, wooden, colorfully painted with a glass front. The mechanical head inside dons a turban, a red jewel pressed in his...