"What do your cards tell you?” Brett asked Clarissa.
She took a sip of her decaf and brandy with cream and cinnamon—the perfect afterglow drink, as well as a lovely source of relaxation to allow the esoteric to guide her—as she examined the two triangular spread of cards. Each spread consisted of one on the top, two offset below, three and then four. The left-hand spread lacked the third card on the bottom row. She sipped again. “I’m not sure,” she replied. “I felt compelled to lay out the Major Arcana cards just like this. This pattern is called a Tetraktys spread. For some reason, I had to make two of them, and they had to be from the Major Arcana.”
“What does that mean?” Brett asked.
She glanced at him and saw him applying an ice pack to his bruised shins.
“Well, Tarot is not about
