man . . . a suitable match. But some question hovers above. The Hanged Man. Indecision. Inability to take action.â
Of course sheâd guess that Iâm involved with a tall man. Iâm tall, right? And Iâm not wearing any rings. Dead giveaway that Iâm single.
But who canât take action . . . me or the âtall manâ?
Lucy didnât want to ask the question; either choice would be disturbing.
But what in the world did it matter what Cassandra Waters predicted about her life? Youâre taking this much too seriously, she reminded herself. You promised that you wouldnât, remember?
Still, she couldnât help meeting Cassandraâs gaze.
âWhat does that last card mean?â Lucy asked quietly, almost afraid to hear the answer.
It was a lonely-looking picture, a bit unsettlingâa long, bleak figure wearing a hooded cloak and carrying a lantern.
âThatâs the Hermit. Isolation. The Hermit ponders important questions, searching with his lamp for answers. It could mean this question will be resolved . . . and you are alone.â She glanced at Lucy, quickly turning more cards. âBut the card could also signify a time of isolation and meditation is over and a resolution is about to be found. It could mean you should ready yourself to move out in public. Buy new clothes. Celebrate some event.â
Lucy was about to reply, but Cassandra raised her hand. She closed her eyes and seemed to be listening to distant music . . . or distant voices. She quickly looked back at the table and turned more cards until she reached one that seemed satisfying.
âHere . . . thatâs what they said,â she murmured to herself. She pointed to the last card sheâd turned from the third deck. âThis house with garlands and dancing women? There is a celebration in your near future, a gathering of friends and well-wishers. It will be in the summer. Very soon, most likely.â
She looked back at Lucy, seeming satisfied sheâd reached the right conclusion. Or the spirits had given her the full message? âWhatever this question is, it will be resolved. You will be at ease at this point, having decided your course.â
Lucy nodded, but still didnât know what to make of that conclusion. Her birthday was coming, a likely date for a celebration. But she and Matt had not planned a big party, just a night in Boston at the theater and a good restaurant. Her friends had said they wanted to have a cake for her at a knitting meeting and give her gifts then.
Everybody goes to parties in the summerâdo you need to be psychic to know that?
And everybody hopes that their questions will âsoon be resolved.â
Lucy sighed and looked back at Cassandra, who now stood beside Maggie, waiting for Lucyâs response.
âDo you have any more questions?â
Lucy shook her head. âIâm good, thanks. That was . . . interesting,â she added, feeling she should say something more.
She looked around the table, wondering who would go next.
Cassandra leaned over and gathered up the cards. She nodded, looking pleased and satisfied at the reading. If she sensed Lucyâs doubt and suspicion, she gave no hint. She clearly had confidence in her powers. Another method that put her act over.
Lucy hoped her friends didnât jump all over this Queen of Cups thing nowâbut she doubted theyâd be able to resist. She cringed, imagining future nicknames . . . Queenie, maybe? Cassandra had nailed her with that card, but it could have been the luck of the draw.
But it appeared that the psychic could quickly and deftly fashion an interpretation to any card that fit her eager listener, no matter which strange image rose to the top of the deck. That actually was a talent, Lucy reflected. Along with her considerable acting skills.
Maggie went next and after her, Dana. Phoebe decided to