I felt very nervous as I went into the little store. It was located in a part of town that was not lavish and the sign outside read “Tarot Card Reader” in flickering neon. The woman inside looked so old, but smiled at me with welcoming eyes. The incense was thick in the air. She showed me to an empty table, and I sat down nervously as she shuffled her cards around.
“Your name?” She asked gently without even looking up from her work. I answered hesitantly, wondering if it mattered what my name is for this reading? Then again, maybe she just needs a way to open a conversation with me before asking me any questions about myself or my love life. She said that her name was “Fate.” She also then said: “Language is the medium of polite and civil conversation, most of the time we must use language -to stay within the bounds of propriety.” She was still absorbed only in with her cards.
