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"
Do
you
believe
in
it
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Sometimes
remarkable
things
come
out
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
"
Could
the
cards
be
a
concentration
ritual
—
psychic
exercise
?
"
"
Sometimes
I
think
that
’
s
true
.
When
I
find
I
give
a
value
to
a
card
it
didn
’
t
have
before
,
that
’
s
when
it
is
usually
accurate
.
"
Her
hands
were
like
living
things
as
they
shuffled
and
cut
and
shuffled
and
cut
again
and
passed
them
to
me
to
cut
.
"
Who
am
I
doing
?
"
"
Read
Ethan
,
"
Mary
cried
.
"
See
if
it
matches
yesterday
’
s
.
"
Margie
looked
at
me
.
"
Light
hair
,
"
she
said
,
"
blue
eyes
.
Are
you
under
forty
?
"
"
Just
.
"
"
The
king
of
batons
.
"
She
found
it
in
the
deck
.
"
This
is
you
"
—
a
picture
of
a
crowned
and
robed
king
holding
a
huge
red
and
blue
scepter
and
Roi
de
Bâton
printed
under
him
.
She
laid
it
out
face
up
and
reshuffled
the
deck
.
Then
she
turned
the
cards
rapidly
,
speaking
in
a
singsong
voice
as
she
did
.
A
card
on
top
of
my
card
—
"
This
covers
you
.
"
Crosswise
on
top
—
"
This
crosses
you
.
"
One
above
—
"
This
crowns
you
.
"
One
below
—
"
This
is
your
foundation
.
This
before
,
this
behind
you
.
"
She
had
formed
a
cross
of
cards
on
the
table
.
Then
rapidly
she
turned
up
four
in
a
line
to
the
left
of
the
cross
,
saying
,
"
Yourself
,
your
house
,
your
hopes
,
your
future
.
"
The
last
card
was
the
man
hanged
upside
down
,
le
pendu
,
but
from
where
I
sat
across
the
table
he
was
right
side
up
.
