Chapter 5: The Tarot Revisited
The next day I visited Pat again, and this time Glendon and Anne were there as well.
“Just the man I wanted to see!” Glendon announced when he opened the door for me.
“Oh, you!” I said, half-jokingly, half-annoyed. Glendon was a kind of on-again, off-again friend of mine, who years previous had lusted after my body, and since then had alternately welcomed my friendship and then seemed to forget I existed. I had come to terms with this by keeping him at somewhat of a distance.
He grinned, affecting a coquettish pose—not attractive in an overweight man.
“Yes,” he said. “Me.”
“Cut it out, you two!” came Pat’s amused but imperious voice from the living room. “Keith, Glendon’s brought something you might find interesting.”
I hung my jacket up in the hall an
