Publisher's Synopsis
I was destined to have an imprecise beauty, one that time and an unhappy marriage would, like drunks at a sobriety meeting, inevitably blight. My future would be a helter-skelter ride to three kids under five, obesity, alcoholism and an early death from drug addiction. That, gypsy Olga claimed, was what the Tarot had predicted would be my future. I was just fifteen at the time and must have looked worried because she added a proviso, the sort insurance companies hide in the small print.
