ring?” Ava asked.
“Well, there’s the basic ring, which for you is pretty dark. I’m not trying to scare you, it’s not a bad thing,” she lied. I would lie also. No one wanted to hear they were surrounded by a shroud of death. “But it has this other color attached to it – a grayish purple. I’m not sure, but I think the second ring will give you strength. You’re not alone.”
“What about the other one?” Ava asked.
“Red. It’s faint though. Barely there. There are implications of danger with that one.” Her hand twisted my fingers. Was she nervous? “It seems to be some sort of negative energy.”
“Connor,” Ava said. “No, wait. Louis. Obviously Connor would be the ring of danger.”
“Ava,” I warned, before addressing Rosemarie again. “Does it say anything about relationships or anything?”
She smoothed my fingers flat, but I saw her eyes flicking back and forth to my aura. “Well, there is a lot of love surrounding you. But it comes from different directions and people with different needs. You’ll need to be careful that the love you seek is true and isn’t disguised as something else.”
“Well, that’s vague,” Ava declared.
I barely registered that Rosemarie didn’t respond. I was lost in my own thoughts about how everything with Connor had always been disguised as something else. Drugs or lies. Ghosts and confusion. Nothing between us had ever been level.
“The good news,” Rosemarie said, “is that you have a lot of support. See all these tiny lines? Each one represents someone trying to assist you. I’ll admit I see varying degrees of trouble coming your way, but you’ll be okay. You have a lot of back up.”
She sort of pushed my hand back in my direction and I removed it from hers. Her eyes stayed glued to the area around my body – something that confirmed to me that her gifts were legit.
“Can I do something?” Rosemarie asked.
“Um, sure?”
She pulled out a set of oversized, thick cards. Tarot. “I want to do a reading.”
“No, that’s okay.” Swindler. I should’ve known she’d try to scam me.
“Free,” she said. “I’m curious.”
Ava shot me a look and I waited while Rosemarie dealt the cards, one by one. I knew a little about tarot. Jeannie had a deck she’d painted herself. The first card was the Ace of Wands. “Courage,” she said, eyes focused on the deck. She flipped over the next one and said, “Ace of Cups – that one’s for trust.”
“Oh boy,” Ava muttered.
She laid out the final three and I was unsurprised to see the horns of the devil, the five of swords upside down and two of cups. She and I made eye contact. Ava looked between us and asked. “What do those mean?”
Rosemarie tapped her fingers on each card and traced the long lines of the grey-silver swords. Three lie on the floor, while two point to the sky. “The swords represent a betrayal. And the cups signify a relationship.”
“And that one? The nasty looking thing?” she asked.
“The devil,” I said, turning away from the disturbing image. Bat-like wings protrude out of his back, implying he sucks the life out of his prey. “He represents evil.”
“Perfect.” Ava said, rolling her eyes.
“It can come in many forms. He represents fears, addictions and harmful impulses,” Rosemarie said.
“Well, at least you didn’t get the death card,” Ava said.
I didn’t like the small crease between Rosemarie’s eyes. Something bothered her. Something she wasn’t telling me. I could only assume it was in reaction to the huge cloud of black swirling around me.
Ready to leave, I stood and handed over my debit card. Ava and I refrained from making eye contact or saying much at all. I was ready to leave. Rosemarie hadn’t said anything scary, but she’d hit the target enough to make me uneasy.
“Come back anytime,” she said with a smile, handing me my receipt. She reached for Ava’s hand and turned her palm downward. She ran her thumb
“Well, there’s the basic ring, which for you is pretty dark. I’m not trying to scare you, it’s not a bad thing,” she lied. I would lie also. No one wanted to hear they were surrounded by a shroud of death. “But it has this other color attached to it – a grayish purple. I’m not sure, but I think the second ring will give you strength. You’re not alone.”
“What about the other one?” Ava asked.
“Red. It’s faint though. Barely there. There are implications of danger with that one.” Her hand twisted my fingers. Was she nervous? “It seems to be some sort of negative energy.”
“Connor,” Ava said. “No, wait. Louis. Obviously Connor would be the ring of danger.”
“Ava,” I warned, before addressing Rosemarie again. “Does it say anything about relationships or anything?”
She smoothed my fingers flat, but I saw her eyes flicking back and forth to my aura. “Well, there is a lot of love surrounding you. But it comes from different directions and people with different needs. You’ll need to be careful that the love you seek is true and isn’t disguised as something else.”
“Well, that’s vague,” Ava declared.
I barely registered that Rosemarie didn’t respond. I was lost in my own thoughts about how everything with Connor had always been disguised as something else. Drugs or lies. Ghosts and confusion. Nothing between us had ever been level.
“The good news,” Rosemarie said, “is that you have a lot of support. See all these tiny lines? Each one represents someone trying to assist you. I’ll admit I see varying degrees of trouble coming your way, but you’ll be okay. You have a lot of back up.”
She sort of pushed my hand back in my direction and I removed it from hers. Her eyes stayed glued to the area around my body – something that confirmed to me that her gifts were legit.
“Can I do something?” Rosemarie asked.
“Um, sure?”
She pulled out a set of oversized, thick cards. Tarot. “I want to do a reading.”
“No, that’s okay.” Swindler. I should’ve known she’d try to scam me.
“Free,” she said. “I’m curious.”
Ava shot me a look and I waited while Rosemarie dealt the cards, one by one. I knew a little about tarot. Jeannie had a deck she’d painted herself. The first card was the Ace of Wands. “Courage,” she said, eyes focused on the deck. She flipped over the next one and said, “Ace of Cups – that one’s for trust.”
“Oh boy,” Ava muttered.
She laid out the final three and I was unsurprised to see the horns of the devil, the five of swords upside down and two of cups. She and I made eye contact. Ava looked between us and asked. “What do those mean?”
Rosemarie tapped her fingers on each card and traced the long lines of the grey-silver swords. Three lie on the floor, while two point to the sky. “The swords represent a betrayal. And the cups signify a relationship.”
“And that one? The nasty looking thing?” she asked.
“The devil,” I said, turning away from the disturbing image. Bat-like wings protrude out of his back, implying he sucks the life out of his prey. “He represents evil.”
“Perfect.” Ava said, rolling her eyes.
“It can come in many forms. He represents fears, addictions and harmful impulses,” Rosemarie said.
“Well, at least you didn’t get the death card,” Ava said.
I didn’t like the small crease between Rosemarie’s eyes. Something bothered her. Something she wasn’t telling me. I could only assume it was in reaction to the huge cloud of black swirling around me.
Ready to leave, I stood and handed over my debit card. Ava and I refrained from making eye contact or saying much at all. I was ready to leave. Rosemarie hadn’t said anything scary, but she’d hit the target enough to make me uneasy.
“Come back anytime,” she said with a smile, handing me my receipt. She reached for Ava’s hand and turned her palm downward. She ran her thumb
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