Booth sat at Nettie"s scarred table, the tarot deck nestled in its silk wrap. She sat across from him and filled two snifters with brandy. “Nettie, I can"t take any further action without your advice. I want to try something different this time. Nothing I"ve tried has worked so far.” He didn"t want to go into any more detail than that.
She shook her head and her gold earrings dangled. They were a gift from Mrs. Lincoln, in appreciation for the first time she contacted Willie. “I"m mystified, Wilkes. Everything fell into place. My readings are never wrong—or they were never wrong before. By now your script should be all written out, and you should be through with casting and well into rehearsals. Can you be more specific about what"s not working?”
“No, I can"t,” he answered bluntly. He gl
