Cleo looked down at the paper, a free ticket to the fortune teller, well why not, she could always ask if she would ever find her sister. But, then again, weren't these people all charlatans and fakers? Father McInerny said they were, and that it was a sin before God to tell such lies, even if they gave hope, because it was a false hope at best. When she looked up again, the woman who'd given her the ticket had gone, so she looked about, and thinking she saw her headed down the midway.