tells her. âIt can, but it doesnât have to.â
He himself is recently home from India. He went traveling as a sort of purification ritual, a way of renouncing his dependence on material comforts, of escaping the numbing day-in-day-outness of life in Greensboro. He wanted a spiritual adventure. He wanted to be able to hear the voice of God if God should speak to him. Itâs when youâre between places, he has always believed, on your way from somewhere to somewhere else, that youâre most likely to hear God, because thatâs when youâre most alert. Take Moses. When Moses came upon God in the burning bush he was on his way out of Egyptâfleeing, in fact, after killing a man. God said to Moses, âGo home. Go back to Egypt and take care of your people.â
In India, Warren put on orange robes and followed sadhus. He traipsed through streets where skinny men squatted over open gutters and girls skipped along kicking up dust with their bare feet, bells on their ankles tinkling insanely. He sat in an ashram listening to flies he was not allowed to swat. He braved the crowds in Benares to wash his feet in the holy filth of the Ganges. It was there, finally, in that strange, bright, teeming, burning place, that God spoke to him. And, surely not a coincidence, God told him the same thing heâd told Moses: âGo home. Go home and take care of your mother, Warren. She doesnât know who you are, but she doesnât have anyone else to love her.â
So Warren returned to Greensboro. To clean, tree-lined streets and the conveniences of his motherâs houseâhis house now. His bathtub, his gas range, his tea kettle. He returned to his clients, some of whom didnât even realize heâd been away, and to his day job in the insurance office. Now, every evening after work, true to the promise he made to God, he stops in the nursing home to read tarot cards for his mother.
âWhatâs this one?â sheâll ask. âThis one is pretty.â
âThe Two of Cups,â Warren will say. âItâs about connecting. About healing broken relationships.â
âAnd whatâs this one? What are these big gold things theyâre holding?â
âThe Two of Cups. Those are cups, Mother.â
You donât have to go to India to know death in the midst of life, to hear the sound of silence behind the quickening pulse, to know the nothingness at the core of all being.
âI donât think you came here to talk about moving,â he says to Addie. âWhere you live, where he lives, thatâs just geography.â
Addie knots her hands. âWe have history,â she says. âNot a completely nice history, to be honest. But weâre connected in a way Iâve never been connected to anyone else. When I was with him this time, I felt that. I felt like I was with him. Like my showing up in his life again after so many years had filled in some missing piece.â
Poor Addie, Warren thinks. Getting involved with a Gemini. A mental, moony Geminiâexactly the sort of man who would appeal to her.
âWhat I can tell you,â he says evenly, âis that you arenât going to be able to figure him out. Thatâs the whole point of the relationship for you.â
âHow can not figuring somebody out be the point of a relationship?â
âLook.â Warren shows her Rolandâs birth chart. âYour friend has no Earth in his chart. Not a trace. In fact thereâs no Earth in the composite chart, despite your three planets in Virgo.â He lays her birth chart on the table alongside the composite. âRoland epitomizes everything youâre afraid of. Heâs the mystery, the unknown. His sun is in the twelfth house of the relationship, the house of mystery. Which means that, to you, he will always be unknowable. Your magical mystery man. Thatâs his role.â
Addie studies the charts.
Clara Moore
Lucy Francis
Becky McGraw
Rick Bragg
Angus Watson
Charlotte Wood
Theodora Taylor
Megan Mitcham
Bernice Gottlieb
Edward Humes