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something you’re not telling me?”
“Of course not,” KC said, but she was a brutally honest person, and Jill knew she was lying. “Tell me about Hal’s family,” KC said quickly. “I have to go in a minute.”
Jill tried to clear the confusion from her mind. She was too tired to
think straight; there was no reason KC would deceive her. “They’re not nice people,” she finally said. “They’re so rich you would not believe it. This house is a mansion, KC, and it’s across the street from Kensington Palace.” She stopped, about to blurt out that Hal would have been insane to try and bring her home. But she was afraid of what KC might say or, worse, see.
“Wow,” KC replied. “So Hal really was loaded.”
“Yeah.” Jill hesitated. “KC, something odd happened.” She proceeded to tell her all about the photograph of Anne and Kate.
“Oh, my God!” KC cried excitedly. “Jill, this cannot be a coincidence. Can you imagine if that woman in the photograph is your grandmother or something? Wouldn’t that be cool? I mean, this family thing is so important to your life! Maybe Hal was supposed to lead you to Kate.”
Jill stared at the phone. Now she was filled with unease.“I had better go,” she said abruptly. “Thanks for taking care of Ezekial. I really appreciate it.”
“Did I say something wrong? Jill, wait. I know you won’t believe this, but the Universe has a plan for you, and it wasn’t Hal.” KC’s tone was so earnest and fervent that Jill would have smiled under other circumstances.
But she didn’t. Instead. Jill stiffened. It was a moment before she could speak, Hal’s image engraved on her mind—but not as he lay dying, as he had been, handsome and happy and alive. “Not tonight. Please I’ve had a rough day The Universe—God—whatever—isn’t fair and this isn’t just. Because Hal was good and he should be alive and we should be together and frankly, I can’t figure out how God could let this happen!” Jill reached for her second scotch but she had already drunk it.
“Oh, Jill, He has His reasons,” KC said earnestly. “We are all on a Path and …”
“I know, I know, the Universe has some magical plan for everyone,” Jill said. She turned and yanked a tissue from the box that was beside her on the bed.
“There is a master plan,” KC said fervently. She did not hesitate. “I tossed some cards for you, Jillian. I couldn’t help myself.”
Jill tensed. This was what she had wanted to avoid. “I’m really tired,” she began.
“Jillian, two cards keep coming up. You must be careful.”
Jill sat up straighter. Unlike her neighbor, she was not a complete romantic fool. She did not believe in fortune-telling. Not really. But KC’s track record was spooky. She had to ask, “Which two cards?”
“The Fool and the Tower,” she said quietly.
“Care to explain?” Jill asked tersely, not liking the sudden change in KC’s tone.
“The Fool is a young man. He’s skipping along quite happily with his little dog and his backpack. But he isn’t watching where he’s going. He is about to step off of a cliff, Jill.” KC paused.
“What does this mean?”
“It’s very clear. You must look before you leap.”
Jill wet her lips. “I think I’ve already taken the free fall,” she murmured, thinking about arriving at the Sheldons’ home.
“The Tower is medieval; perhaps once it belonged to a castle. It’s made of stone, and it’s been struck by lightning. It’s in flames. People are leaping off of it in terror.”
The hairs prickled on Jill’s nape. “I don’t understand.” But she did.
“The Tower stands for upheaval, for destruction. And usually the upheaval happens at the speed of light.”
Jill was silent. “Maybe the Tower refers to Hal’s death,” she finally said.
“No. I don’t think so.” KC paused. Then, “I am certain this is referring to the future.”
Jill disagreed, but did not say so. Her life had been destroyed
“Of course not,” KC said, but she was a brutally honest person, and Jill knew she was lying. “Tell me about Hal’s family,” KC said quickly. “I have to go in a minute.”
Jill tried to clear the confusion from her mind. She was too tired to
think straight; there was no reason KC would deceive her. “They’re not nice people,” she finally said. “They’re so rich you would not believe it. This house is a mansion, KC, and it’s across the street from Kensington Palace.” She stopped, about to blurt out that Hal would have been insane to try and bring her home. But she was afraid of what KC might say or, worse, see.
“Wow,” KC replied. “So Hal really was loaded.”
“Yeah.” Jill hesitated. “KC, something odd happened.” She proceeded to tell her all about the photograph of Anne and Kate.
“Oh, my God!” KC cried excitedly. “Jill, this cannot be a coincidence. Can you imagine if that woman in the photograph is your grandmother or something? Wouldn’t that be cool? I mean, this family thing is so important to your life! Maybe Hal was supposed to lead you to Kate.”
Jill stared at the phone. Now she was filled with unease.“I had better go,” she said abruptly. “Thanks for taking care of Ezekial. I really appreciate it.”
“Did I say something wrong? Jill, wait. I know you won’t believe this, but the Universe has a plan for you, and it wasn’t Hal.” KC’s tone was so earnest and fervent that Jill would have smiled under other circumstances.
But she didn’t. Instead. Jill stiffened. It was a moment before she could speak, Hal’s image engraved on her mind—but not as he lay dying, as he had been, handsome and happy and alive. “Not tonight. Please I’ve had a rough day The Universe—God—whatever—isn’t fair and this isn’t just. Because Hal was good and he should be alive and we should be together and frankly, I can’t figure out how God could let this happen!” Jill reached for her second scotch but she had already drunk it.
“Oh, Jill, He has His reasons,” KC said earnestly. “We are all on a Path and …”
“I know, I know, the Universe has some magical plan for everyone,” Jill said. She turned and yanked a tissue from the box that was beside her on the bed.
“There is a master plan,” KC said fervently. She did not hesitate. “I tossed some cards for you, Jillian. I couldn’t help myself.”
Jill tensed. This was what she had wanted to avoid. “I’m really tired,” she began.
“Jillian, two cards keep coming up. You must be careful.”
Jill sat up straighter. Unlike her neighbor, she was not a complete romantic fool. She did not believe in fortune-telling. Not really. But KC’s track record was spooky. She had to ask, “Which two cards?”
“The Fool and the Tower,” she said quietly.
“Care to explain?” Jill asked tersely, not liking the sudden change in KC’s tone.
“The Fool is a young man. He’s skipping along quite happily with his little dog and his backpack. But he isn’t watching where he’s going. He is about to step off of a cliff, Jill.” KC paused.
“What does this mean?”
“It’s very clear. You must look before you leap.”
Jill wet her lips. “I think I’ve already taken the free fall,” she murmured, thinking about arriving at the Sheldons’ home.
“The Tower is medieval; perhaps once it belonged to a castle. It’s made of stone, and it’s been struck by lightning. It’s in flames. People are leaping off of it in terror.”
The hairs prickled on Jill’s nape. “I don’t understand.” But she did.
“The Tower stands for upheaval, for destruction. And usually the upheaval happens at the speed of light.”
Jill was silent. “Maybe the Tower refers to Hal’s death,” she finally said.
“No. I don’t think so.” KC paused. Then, “I am certain this is referring to the future.”
Jill disagreed, but did not say so. Her life had been destroyed
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