“It was simple to recognize the lair of a palm-reader. Outside her trailer or bungalow there would be a sign on which a silhouette of the human hand, wrist to fingertips, palm outward, was painted in red. Always in red. For some reason, and for all the author knows there may be a tradition here whose origins stretch back to the Gypsies of Chaldea, it would have been less surprising to find flesh-colored tights in General Patton’s laundry bag than to find a flesh-colored hand on a palmistry sign near Richmond.”

—Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get The Blues, 1977.