Well, one day I called on her and she was in tears, actual tears. I said, Norma, what’s wrong? She said, “A man came in here, very highly recommended, a good business man, successful, and I read his chart. I told him that he will send me the $100 he promised me he would. In fact, I’m so convinced that it’s true, I said to him, ‘Don’t wait, give it to me now!’ He said, ‘No, if it works today as you tell me, well, then I will send you the money.’ I said, well, what’s wrong with that, Norma? She said, ‘The chart wasn’t his chart. I was sitting at the open window and the wind blew over the Ephemerides.’” They were bound…she had about 100 years of these all bound in one volume, and while sitting at a window she was distracted and she came back, not checking, and drew a chart from what she saw there, not knowing the wind had turned over the pages and she’s now drawing a chart of one who wasn’t born until ten years later. But she said, “Neville, I drew a chart of a man who was ten years not yet in this world.” And what’s wrong with that? Did you convince him? She said, “I think I did, for I said in all seriousness give me the $100 now. If you’re going to send it to me after it works, give it to me now. That seemed to convince him all the more, Neville.” I said, it’s done! Forget it! She still couldn’t stop her tears.816 ¶28