Sitting across the table from both of them was a woman with sleek red hair. She looked to be in her late twenties or so and was taking the mans accusations of utter bullshit with a grain of salt. It wasnt until Rachel took a step closer to the table on her way out that she noticed the red-haired woman had a set of tarot cards spread out on the table in front of her. The woman looked to be in the middle of a readinghis readingand the man was ridiculing her the whole way. He shook his head, chuckling, and got up from the table. He wasnt being rude, just letting the tarot reader know this clearly was not for him. The girl beside him also got up, giving the reader an apologetic smile as she chased off after the man.

This left Rachel alone in the kitchen with the tarot reader. As she started gathering her cards back up and shuffling them into a single pile, she looked at Rachel and smiled. You want a reading?

Oh, no thank you.

Right away, she heard Peter approach her from behind. He put a hand on her waist and whispered in her ear. I think it could be fun.

She turned to him and said, Then you get one.

Oh, I will. You first, though. Come on. Its just some silly fun.

Rachel considered it for a moment. Had she not witnessed the first couple get up and leave in such a dismissive way, she would have probably ignored Peters persuasions. But she almost felt sorry for the readereven though Rachel herself did not believe in tarot, crystals, or any of that other New Age stuff. She took Peters hand and led him to the table. As he pulled out a chair for herself, she looked to the reader. Sure. Lets do a reading.

Fantastic, the tarot reader said. Im Margo, by the way.

Rachel, she said, giving a polite little nod.

Margo nodded right back and instantly started shuffling the cards. She did so with the skill one might expect to see from a dealer at a Vegas casino. She barely even looked at the cards, but took in the room. She seemed to study Peter quite hard, as if making sure he wasnt going to start mocking the process. After about twenty seconds or so of very precise shuffling, Margo took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then closed her eyes as she flipped the top card off of the deck, but not over on its back just yet.

Is there a question you have about your current journey? Margo asked. We must ask the deck a question before it can provide an answer.