My last appointment arrived. An elderly woman, she has come to me since I first opened my shop. The dearest woman I have met, she is one that makes me enjoy what I do. So many come to see me to find riches and greed. They become angry when the cards tell them they are destined for destitution. Many do not realize rewards they are looking for, they come with sacrifice.
I flip over the last tarot card of the spread. The Death card. The old woman’s eyes grow large. The fear behind them. There is nothing in her layout that says she is dying soon. That card, people fear it more than others. It comes up, and they believe they will die. While it is inevitable, everyone dies, it is not because I read your cards.
Start the reading with her past, recognizing her difficulties. The Star is the card of significance. Identifying her yearnings and beliefs. She has met trials and struggled. She rose above earned her place to be here today. My reading of her life must do her justice. I continue the anterior portion of her spread and how it builds up to where she is today. Her present cards are governed by the Queen of Pentacles.
The mail delivery, and I find a letter, it is from Gladys and postmark is from Paris. A knot forms in my stomach as I tear the envelope open.
As young children, we met. I was from a wealthy Welsh homestead, Le Jean lived in the school they boarded me at. He was the cook’s son. My first friend at the school, we grew up together. Recognized our love in high school, forbidden by my father, they sent me to the US to further my education. Never to see Le Jean again. I have lived the life my father wanted for me, everything most dream of having.
The death card appeared as my future, regret-filled me. I have had many lovers, but no love since Le Jean. I returned to Paris, to the boarding school. He was not there, but his menu was available. My Le Jean is a world-renowned chef. We are traveling Europe doing food shows. My journey has just begun. I owe you my gratitude for asking me to take that chance for you to finish my reading. I would have believed my life was over, it had just begun.
I write to not only thank you but to give you advice. Life is never over until you give up. Tomorrow is always a new day and you need to embrace it. Neither Le Jean nor I have ever had children, I told him you are the closest I ever had.
Do not wait as we did, start your new beginning now. Fulfill all your dreams. Enclosed in this letter is a bank statement, the account is now yours. Use it to find a career, travel to find love, but most of all find happiness.
Gladys and Le Jean