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    Tarot Card – (Chapter: The Empress)

    Story written on February 3, 2008 by mayosako.
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    Story Shortlink: https://assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=17946
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    “I’m going to Hell anyway, so it’s not worth your time.” “Who are you talking to?” “I’m talking to….no one.”

    "No, Father. I’m going to Hell anyway, so it’s not worth your time," the detective laughed at her own joke.

    The priest, however, wasn’t amused. "If you’d like, I’m free to hear your confession."

    "Thank you, but no. Being with the one I love may be considered a sin by some, but never to me."

    To Ashley’s surprise, the holy man chuckled at that statement. He placed a friendly hand on the detective’s shoulder, smiling up at her. "What the world–and what this religion–needs is more people like you."

    At Ashley’s puzzled look, he explained. "In today’s time, with people running planes into buildings and praying for others to die and doing a plethora of hateful things to one another all in the name of God, for Christ sakes, what we need are people like you who love unashamedly and unapologetically."

    Ashley was slightly taken aback by the outpouring of emotion from the man before her. The priest, however, chuckled at the shocked look and patted her cheek like a fond uncle.

    "Faith, hope and love, my child, faith, hope and love."

     —-

    Ashley lit a cigarette the moment her feet hit the marble steps of the cathedral. The nicotine hits her lungs and flooded her veins, calming her frazzled nerves. Such emotion from a stranger was slightly unnerving.

    "Father DuBois can be quite observant at times," a soft voice floated into her ears. She looked down at the source of the voice and saw the same woman she and Spencer had encountered in Café du Monde sitting on the wide, shallow steps. Her arms were hugging her knees to her chest, a long brown peasant skirt rising to her mid-shin. She stood, brushing off her rear and smiled winningly at the detective.

    "What are you doing here, stalking me?" Ashley half-joked, raising an eyebrow.

    The woman scoffed. "Please don’t tease me. If I was to stalk someone, it would be that trés magnifique lover of yours."

    "How did you–" Ashley’s question was cut off when the coffee coloured woman reached into her pocket and withdrew a card, flashing her the face. A naked man and woman were holding hands in the foreground of a meadow scene, and the label The Lovers jumped at her from the bottom of the card. She frowned, looking over the top of the card into her eyes. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, and Ashley was instantly reminded of Spencer’s deep blue eyes. "Who are you?"

    The girl dropped a polite curtsy. "You may call me Marie, Monsieur. I often read tarot cards here in the Square. Maybe one day I will read your fortune, oui?"

    "We’ll see," Ashley replied, looking at Marie with a wary eye. Something about the tarot cards set her on edge, but she couldn’t explain why.

    "Ash! There you are!"

    Brown eyes lifted upwards where Spencer was leaning on the balcony railing, waving at her. "Hey, mom says hello, and she’s fine. What are you doing down there?"

    "I’m just talking to–"

    Ashley’s reply cut short as she looked at the air around her. Marie had–seemingly–vanished into thin air.

    "–No one"

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