August 29th
“I think I killed someone!”
That is really not what I want to hear coming out of the mouth of an employee as I walk in the door.
“Annie, you didn’t kill anyone,” says Houston. “She was an old lady.”
“But it was in the cards. I saw it, but I didn’t tell her about it but I should have and maybe she would have been more careful and now she’s dead!”
Gods help me. The damn tarot cards.
Anastasia recently acquired a tarot card deck. With everything else going on, I didn’t give it much thought at the time. She wouldn’t be the first teen wannabe witch to buy a tarot card deck at the mall. She got this bright idea to start offering free tarot card readings on Monday nights to customers who purchase $25 or more worth of stuff. Some marketing gimmick she learned out of her mother’s
