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Car Trouble
Nov. 1st, 2004 01:02 amWell, who'd have thought it?
I recently had a visit from my sister (one of two), who lives in the South of England. She travelled all the way up here to visit the family, bringing my little niece (aged 10) with her.
Now, usually my sister asks for just one thing when she comes up. She asks that I do a Tarot reading for her.
It being Samhain and all, that's what I did.
Now, the night before, I'd drawn a reading for Mum, and it indicated what I could only summarise in two words as "car trouble." Dad had only just forked out a huge wodge of cash for the Rover, so Mum thought it had to be that, and therefore old news: but no. I also drew a Knight card. Knight of Swords. And the Chariot.
Definitely car trouble.
And then my sister came along, and I drew a reading for her.
Damn. Car trouble.
My little niece asked me for a reading. I gave her a simplified reading, after a most thorough shuffling of the deck.
Car trouble.
Three times; three different people; the same bloody cards in the spread. In the end I was blaming the deck, because I'd only just ripped the cellophane off the thing the day before.
Nobody thought anything of it. My sister and my niece said goodbyes, waved, hugged, smiled, went home.
En route, a car carrying motorbikes cut in front of them. Two of the bikes, insecurely fastened, broke loose and rolled right into my sister's car's path. She swerved; the car spun; and the car following them slammed into them.
The car is a writeoff. Totalled.
And my sister and my niece?
Well ...
They're home. A spot of bruising, and they're both heavbily traumatised, and there's possibly a compensation claim in the air.
But my Mum, my sister and my niece each felt the shock, even though Mum was a couple of hundred miles away when the news broke.
And so did I.
Car trouble.
I recently had a visit from my sister (one of two), who lives in the South of England. She travelled all the way up here to visit the family, bringing my little niece (aged 10) with her.
Now, usually my sister asks for just one thing when she comes up. She asks that I do a Tarot reading for her.
It being Samhain and all, that's what I did.
Now, the night before, I'd drawn a reading for Mum, and it indicated what I could only summarise in two words as "car trouble." Dad had only just forked out a huge wodge of cash for the Rover, so Mum thought it had to be that, and therefore old news: but no. I also drew a Knight card. Knight of Swords. And the Chariot.
Definitely car trouble.
And then my sister came along, and I drew a reading for her.
Damn. Car trouble.
My little niece asked me for a reading. I gave her a simplified reading, after a most thorough shuffling of the deck.
Car trouble.
Three times; three different people; the same bloody cards in the spread. In the end I was blaming the deck, because I'd only just ripped the cellophane off the thing the day before.
Nobody thought anything of it. My sister and my niece said goodbyes, waved, hugged, smiled, went home.
En route, a car carrying motorbikes cut in front of them. Two of the bikes, insecurely fastened, broke loose and rolled right into my sister's car's path. She swerved; the car spun; and the car following them slammed into them.
The car is a writeoff. Totalled.
And my sister and my niece?
Well ...
They're home. A spot of bruising, and they're both heavbily traumatised, and there's possibly a compensation claim in the air.
But my Mum, my sister and my niece each felt the shock, even though Mum was a couple of hundred miles away when the news broke.
And so did I.
Car trouble.
