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July '75:

"But is he going to marry me?" the skinny blonde girl wails. "I mean, you told me all this great stuff about my life. But what I need to know is--what about

?

Her nails are bitten, as I noticed when I read her palm. She's just a kid.

"OK, I'll look." I close my eyes, wait for an image to form. I'm really trying. I want her to be happy, want to fix everything that's wrong in her life, hope I can assure her the future she's waiting for will come true.

I see the inside of a church. The skinny girl, her blonde hair under a white veil. Winter.

"Is he tall? Big? Dark? Blue-eyed?"

"Yes!"

"Then it looks as though you'll get married by December."

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" she says, as though I'm bringing this event about single-handed.

"Listen," I say, uneasily, "wouldn't you like me to look at the relationship with this guy? Like, is it really good for you? Or--"

She looks at me in dismay. "Oh, no, that's all I wanted to know. I'm so happy. I don't want to think about anything else." She means, stop right there. Not another word.

Aug '03:

My client has written his first book, a historical novel. But now he's having problems delivering the manuscript to his publisher.

"I need to get the last details right," he says. "It's essential that I don't make any mistakes."

As my hands shuffle the Tarot deck, I relax my ears and eyes to take in additional information. I can't see him, because we're on the phone, but I can feel his agitation.

"It's also important that you complete this book," I say. "You're almost there and you're stuck on those details. I get an image of you riding a bicycle with the pedals going backwards--spinning your wheels, I guess."

"You don't understand. If anyone finds an error, I will feel terrible. It's always been very important to me that facts be accurate."

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