I made my way slowly to the bag. I could start to see the contents of it. I thought I saw – was there something in it? Someone in it?

I made my way slowly to the bag. I could start to see the contents of it. I thought I saw – was there something in it? Someone in it?
They say Old Hica’s been reading palms out of her run-down shack for a hundred years or more. I reckon it’s been much longer than that.