“There are two kinds of people in life”, my grandmother told me. “The kind that watch the stars, making up their constellations and the kind that watch the lines. You already know that we are a line-watching family. The way the lines arrange themselves will tell you everything you need to know, if you know how to read them. Now these lines here,” she paused and pointed out the window, “these say that trouble is coming, real soon.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her I preferred watching the stars.