I awoke Friday morning to a large box of personal care items left on our door mat. The box included many tampons to replace those Belle destroyed. I would have traded tarot readings for Tampax earlier in the week. I had taken my chances at Dollar City (sixteen regular tampons for two dollars) when no one appeared to take me seriously. Evidently, someone did. I found a message from the tampon fairy later in the day that I felt called for tarot.
I juggled a hot coffee and a thirteen card tarot reading from my table inside Ronald’s office. My cards attracted a curious Belle and her two new playmates, a five and a seven year old, brothers, in school uniforms. The older boy assumed my tarot cards were playing cards and quickly organized a game. I handed him my petite Lenormand deck instead. All four of us were holding a handful of cards the boy dealt, even Belle. The game had no rules.