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"
As
near
as
possible
on
nothing
.
The
cards
are
in
my
purse
over
on
the
couch
.
"
I
’
d
always
thought
of
fortune
-
telling
cards
as
greasy
and
thick
and
bent
,
but
these
were
clean
and
shining
,
as
though
they
were
coated
with
plastic
.
They
were
longer
and
narrower
than
playing
cards
and
many
more
than
fifty
-
two
.
Margie
sat
straight
at
the
table
and
fanned
them
—
bright
-
colored
pictures
and
intricate
suits
.
The
names
were
in
French
:
l
’
empereur
,
l
’
ermite
,
le
chariot
,
la
justice
,
le
mat
,
le
diable
—
earth
,
sun
,
moon
,
and
stars
,
and
suits
of
swords
,
cups
,
batons
,
and
money
,
I
guess
,
if
deniero
means
money
,
but
the
symbol
was
shaped
like
a
heraldic
rose
,
and
each
suit
with
its
roi
,
reine
,
and
chevalier
.
Then
I
saw
strange
cards
—
disturbing
cards
—
a
tower
riven
by
lightning
,
a
wheel
of
fortune
,
a
man
hanging
by
his
feet
from
a
gallows
,
called
le
pendu
,
and
Death
—
la
mort
,
a
skeleton
with
a
scythe
.
"
Kind
of
gloomy
,
"
I
said
.
"
Do
the
pictures
mean
what
they
seem
to
?
"
"
It
’
s
how
they
fall
in
relation
.
If
they
fall
upside
down
they
reverse
their
meaning
.
"
"
Is
there
a
variation
in
meaning
?
"
"
Yes
.
That
’
s
the
interpretation
.
"
The
moment
she
had
the
cards
Margie
became
formal
.
Under
the
lights
her
hands
showed
what
I
had
seen
before
,
that
she
was
older
than
she
looked
.
"
Where
did
you
learn
it
?
"
I
asked
.
"
I
used
to
watch
my
grandmother
and
later
I
took
it
up
as
a
trick
for
parties
—
I
suppose
a
way
of
getting
attention
.
"
