“Sure.” Dani set the deck of cards on the table and did her
best not to appear threatening. Andi was right. It was better not
to scare the customers away.
“This is going to sound really out there, but—”
“Don’t worry. I can tell you’ve never had this done before,
and I’ll assure you that the cards are harmless. They’re not
about telling the future, per se, not like how people imagine
they are. Nothing bad is going to happen to you because you
came in here. There isn’t any weird voodoo about this, and the
devil is certainly not connected with it.” Dani had given some
version of that speech many times over the years. A dismal
amount of times. “It’s more about introspection. Using the
cards to look inside. Everything is subjective.”
Summer shifted in her seat. She had set her purse by the
table, and Dani noticed it for the first time. It was expensive. A
designer label that cost a couple grand. Either Summer had a
sugar daddy to spoil her or she came from money. She stared
at the tarot deck, her expression somewhere between
fascination and disgust. Wary but excited.
Old money, Dani decided. She imagined Summer came
from the kind of family with a mom and a dad. She’d probably
slept between fresh white sheets every night that neither of her
parents ever laundered because they had someone else to do
that for them. Summer was probably half of a two point two
kids living in a house with a white picket fence.
No, not her. The longer Dani looked at Summer, the more
expensive and exotic she looked. Her hair was probably soft if
pulled out of that bun, highlighted, lowlighted or whatever else
people did with their hair, devoid of any split ends. Her hands
were nicely manicured, the nails square and trim, without