Darrin looked down at the card. The man sitting on the back of a black horse in the card wore tight red pants, a black coat with long tails, and a tall top hat. The man’s handlebar mustache seemed to quiver on his terrorized face as he held back an unknown predator, in the tall lush grass, with a foil he held tightly in his hands. The Knight of Swords or Foils in this case was what she always chose as his “indicator.” It represents him as being strong and impatient; he saw the resemblance.
She held his gaze as he shuffled the deck, the memories of their meeting, playing in both of their minds. He put the deck onto the table between them. She reached out to take the first card from the deck but he put his hand over her hand. Her eyes flicked up to look at him. They smiled at each other and laughed.
“If you think this is silly, we don’t have to,” she said.
“Of course I think this is silly,” he replied with a sparkle in his eye. “But it has you riled up, so we are doing this.”
She smiled back at him and he took his hand away. She flipped the first card from the left to right and placed it on top of his significator card. “This card covers you,” she said without hesitation. “It represents your current situation or,” she paused then asked, “Did you have a question?” He shook his head gently with an amused expression.
He glanced down seeing Wheel of Fortune with a man in bright, yellow pants and no shirt spinning on a red and white swirled wheel, his face pulled into a scream. Around him protruding from the wheel were knives. That card always appeared in his readings back in college—he played along back then, in hopes of getting more than his fortune read.
“Opportunities or fate,” he remembered as she said, “this card means the opportunities in front of you or fate.”
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