“I got it,” Reginald said, “Thank you.”
“I didn’t do a thing but flip a card over.”
“Still. Does that mean anything to the girl?”
“It all matters how much she takes to heart,” Tina said. “It’s all about interpretation, on how it is seen. I imagine that she’ll find a queen of pentacles somewhere, whether her roommate, mother, some cow at a bar, and she’ll be blunt. Frankly, any card could have been flopped down and I would have been able to twist it to match the question she asked. It’s all there to reassure yourself, that’s all fortune-telling is. A reassurance to keep doing what you planned to do in the first place. Unless that damn Death card flops up.”
“Yeah, I imagine that scares the hell of people.”
“It’s just 1 of 78, just another possible random draw,” Tina sighed. “Oh well. Now I can hit the thrift store. Want to come along?”
“I probably should do some more legwork anyway.”
“Oh phooey. Well, see you tonight?"
"Why bother? You know how it will end."
"I’m still interested in seeing how it goes. And personally I’m very invested in what you are up to.”
Reginald blushed. “Well, alright. But if it starts to get dangerous, get out of there.”
“Of course, but I’m confident you’ll have it under control.” She leaned across the table and kissed him. “Go get some work done, you lug. You’re going to have to buy me breakfast in the morning.”
Reginald stuttered to himself while she sauntered out of the restaurant. He would never understand why he couldn’t be without her.
No comments:
Post a Comment