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“What are you?”
Wanda finished shuffling the cards and placed them on the glass counter between us. “You may ask your question, and the cards will answer.”
Irritation bloomed inside my chest. “Oh, come on, Wanda. Just gives us some answers.”
“You’ll get your answers.” Her pointy fingernail tapped the deck as she took a dainty sip of her tea. “Touch the cards and ask one question each. Anything more than that will have to wait another day. As you can see, I haven’t opened my shop yet.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll play along.” My fingers tapped the deck, and I braced myself for the same magical onslaught as yesterday. But it didn’t come. Strange .
“Your question?” Wanda’s voice slithered into my eardrums.
“My question is…” I thought about my words carefully. I needed to know what my dad was doing here, where he’d been, and if he was coming back. I needed to know what was going on with the spirits in this town. And I needed to know if it was my fault people were dead. “What’s the most important thing about what my father said to me?”
Wanda’s smile went wide. “Good wording. Open-ended, unspecific.”
She dealt out the cards and placed them face down on the counter. She pointed to the first one before flipping it over. Unlike last night, Wanda continued on to the rest of the cards, flipping each one over to examine what they told her before raising her eyes to meet mine. I stared hard at the cards, so unfamiliar they might as well be in a different language. The Magician, The Ace of Swords, and Death.
“You recognize this one.” Wanda pointed to the card she’d shown George the night before. “This means death. The Ace of Swords here suggests you should be cautious and wary of illusions. The Magician refers to your power, including spiritual, emotional, and otherwise.”
“I don’t understand. What does that have to do with what my dad told me?” I stared down at the cards, eyes drawn to the skeleton dominating the bodies on the ground.
Wanda cocked her head and tapped her finger on the Death card. “I don’t believe this is referring to your own destruction. A new grave in the cemetery, perhaps, at the top of the hill.”
“And that’s it?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “You’re telling me my answer lies in a graveyard?”
“You chose the question. This is the answer.” She swept up the cards and nodded to Laura. “You are next. Question?”
“I want to know if the thing I’ve been thinking is right,” Laura said in a rush of words.
I raised my eyebrows and turned to her, but she wouldn’t look at me. “What thing?”
“Just, I want to know if it’s right,” Laura said, brushing her fingers against the top of the deck. “That’s all.”
I didn’t push. Laura would tell me what she meant when we were out of Wanda’s shop. Hopefully it had something to do with the spirits in Seaport. The sooner we found out what was going on, the better.
Wanda flipped over the cards. This time, Death didn’t show up on the table. She quickly ran through the cards at hand, tapping each one as she read out its name. The Lovers, Queen of Cups, and Queen of Swords. All of it seemed so much more positive than the hand I’d been dealt. When Wanda came to the end, Laura stared deep into her eyes.
“So, does that mean it’s right?” Laura’s voice was a hush.
“Yes.” Wanda shuffled up the cards and slipped them back under the counter. “I believe this means it is indeed right.”
Laura’s shoulders sagged, and her breath whooshed out of her. Curiosity prickled at my brain, and I grabbed her arm to lead her outside. We were done here. Maybe Laura had found an answer to her question, but all I had were more questions. This had gotten me no closer to finding out what was going on in my life.
When we stepped outside, Laura gazed up at the morning sky with a strange expression on her face. I couldn’t tell if it was relief or something else. “So,
Wanda finished shuffling the cards and placed them on the glass counter between us. “You may ask your question, and the cards will answer.”
Irritation bloomed inside my chest. “Oh, come on, Wanda. Just gives us some answers.”
“You’ll get your answers.” Her pointy fingernail tapped the deck as she took a dainty sip of her tea. “Touch the cards and ask one question each. Anything more than that will have to wait another day. As you can see, I haven’t opened my shop yet.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll play along.” My fingers tapped the deck, and I braced myself for the same magical onslaught as yesterday. But it didn’t come. Strange .
“Your question?” Wanda’s voice slithered into my eardrums.
“My question is…” I thought about my words carefully. I needed to know what my dad was doing here, where he’d been, and if he was coming back. I needed to know what was going on with the spirits in this town. And I needed to know if it was my fault people were dead. “What’s the most important thing about what my father said to me?”
Wanda’s smile went wide. “Good wording. Open-ended, unspecific.”
She dealt out the cards and placed them face down on the counter. She pointed to the first one before flipping it over. Unlike last night, Wanda continued on to the rest of the cards, flipping each one over to examine what they told her before raising her eyes to meet mine. I stared hard at the cards, so unfamiliar they might as well be in a different language. The Magician, The Ace of Swords, and Death.
“You recognize this one.” Wanda pointed to the card she’d shown George the night before. “This means death. The Ace of Swords here suggests you should be cautious and wary of illusions. The Magician refers to your power, including spiritual, emotional, and otherwise.”
“I don’t understand. What does that have to do with what my dad told me?” I stared down at the cards, eyes drawn to the skeleton dominating the bodies on the ground.
Wanda cocked her head and tapped her finger on the Death card. “I don’t believe this is referring to your own destruction. A new grave in the cemetery, perhaps, at the top of the hill.”
“And that’s it?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “You’re telling me my answer lies in a graveyard?”
“You chose the question. This is the answer.” She swept up the cards and nodded to Laura. “You are next. Question?”
“I want to know if the thing I’ve been thinking is right,” Laura said in a rush of words.
I raised my eyebrows and turned to her, but she wouldn’t look at me. “What thing?”
“Just, I want to know if it’s right,” Laura said, brushing her fingers against the top of the deck. “That’s all.”
I didn’t push. Laura would tell me what she meant when we were out of Wanda’s shop. Hopefully it had something to do with the spirits in Seaport. The sooner we found out what was going on, the better.
Wanda flipped over the cards. This time, Death didn’t show up on the table. She quickly ran through the cards at hand, tapping each one as she read out its name. The Lovers, Queen of Cups, and Queen of Swords. All of it seemed so much more positive than the hand I’d been dealt. When Wanda came to the end, Laura stared deep into her eyes.
“So, does that mean it’s right?” Laura’s voice was a hush.
“Yes.” Wanda shuffled up the cards and slipped them back under the counter. “I believe this means it is indeed right.”
Laura’s shoulders sagged, and her breath whooshed out of her. Curiosity prickled at my brain, and I grabbed her arm to lead her outside. We were done here. Maybe Laura had found an answer to her question, but all I had were more questions. This had gotten me no closer to finding out what was going on in my life.
When we stepped outside, Laura gazed up at the morning sky with a strange expression on her face. I couldn’t tell if it was relief or something else. “So,
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