Mama Orrore

A little gypsy hag with sunken cheeks and gnarled, clawlike hands. The hood of her ragged cloak hides her upper face in darkness, but your see the gleam of piercing eyes. As she sees you looking at her, she draws her thin lips back in what might be a grin. Her teeth are not long, but they are disconcertingly sharp. Yet you sense she is no beggar. Her dignity suggests she can see the future. * * * DO YOU DARE ASK MAMA ORRORE TO TELL YOUR FORTUNE? * * *