But, then again, Mike and I were walking home from dinner a few weeks ago when a black cat sat down on the sidewalk a few feet away. We didn't say anything to each other, no nod or word between us, but we both stopped walking. Because I'm pretty sure we were thinking the same thing, that there was no way we were letting that cat walk in front of us.
I say I don't believe in such things but that doesn't mean I'll start opening umbrellas inside or breaking mirrors just for fun. I'll play it safe around ladders too. And I'll still make wishes on night's first star. Or when the clock says 11:11. And I'll rifle through a tuft of clovers looking for a four-leafed one. So maybe that means I do believe in it. Just a little more than I pretend to.
*yes there will be a next time. The four of us just signed up for Advanced Fiction class which starts up in January.