"You are in a foul mood. Why don't you tell Lasio you've lost your way and you're ready to be saved? She'll be all over that."
"Because that would be lying. And lying is wrong. Didn't your parents ever teach you that? Or were you raised by wolves?"
I expected Gus to make some kind of smart-ass remark, but all I heard was silence.
"She thinks I should move into your sardine tin with you," I added, still waiting for a reaction.
Now I could hear some odd thumps, followed by quiet breathing.
I made a face at the telephone. "I'm sorry, is my life falling apart boring you?"
"Hush. I'm trying to catch Lord Grundleshanks eating. There's a cricket marching on his damn head and he's about to... stay oblivious. Damn it, Grundleshanks."
I rolled my eyes. What was it about boys and distractions? Were single-track minds were a male genetic marker?
"Whatever. Call me when you break up with the toad." I said, hanging up.
I searched through the fridge until I found what I was looking for -- my secret stash of brandy-filled, bean-shaped chocolates from Trader Joes. I opened the box to find one, single, solitary, lonely little bean nestled in the corner. Figures. I should have known I'd be almost out of chocolate. It was just the way my luck had been going lately.
I sighed, bit into the tiny chocolate and brandy confection, and tossed the box in the trash. Then I pulled the tarot deck out of my purse. It was a Thoth deck and normally, I liked using it because it was loud, unequivocal and unambiguous in its messages. Although sometimes, it could be way too blunt.
I shuffled the cards within an inch of their lives and re-pulled three cards for the upcoming year.
The order was different, but the cards were the same.
Three of Swords, Tower, Death.
Son of a bitch.
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Author's Note
About the Author
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