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"
So
much
for
my
future
.
"
"
It
can
mean
salvation
,
"
she
said
.
Her
forefinger
traced
the
line
of
her
lower
lip
.
Mary
demanded
,
"
Is
the
money
there
?
"
"
Yes
—
it
’
s
there
,
"
she
said
absently
.
And
suddenly
she
gathered
the
cards
,
shuffled
them
over
and
over
,
and
laid
them
out
again
,
muttering
her
ritual
under
her
breath
.
She
didn
’
t
seem
to
study
individual
cards
but
to
see
the
whole
group
at
once
,
and
her
eyes
were
misty
and
remote
.
A
good
trick
,
I
thought
,
a
killer
at
ladies
’
clubs
—
or
anywhere
else
.
So
must
the
Pythoness
have
looked
,
cool
and
composed
and
confusing
.
If
you
can
hold
people
tense
,
hardly
breathing
,
expectant
for
a
long
time
,
they
’
ll
believe
anything
—
not
acting
,
so
much
as
technique
,
timing
.
This
woman
was
wasting
her
talent
on
traveling
salesmen
.
But
what
did
she
want
of
us
or
of
me
?
Suddenly
she
gathered
the
cards
,
patted
them
square
,
and
put
them
in
the
red
box
,
which
said
:
I
.
Muller
&
Cie
,
Fabrique
de
Cartes
.
"
Can
’
t
do
it
,
"
she
said
.
"
Happens
sometimes
.
"
Mary
said
breathlessly
,
"
Did
you
see
something
you
don
’
t
want
to
tell
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
’
ll
tell
all
right
!
Once
when
I
was
a
little
girl
I
saw
a
snake
change
its
skin
,
a
Rocky
Mountain
rattler
.
I
watched
the
whole
thing
.
Well
,
looking
at
the
cards
,
they
disappeared
and
I
saw
that
snake
changing
its
skin
,
part
dusty
and
ragged
and
part
fresh
and
new
.
You
figure
it
out
.
"
I
said
,
"
Sounds
like
a
trance
state
.
Ever
have
it
happen
before
?
"
"
Three
times
before
.
"
