NCOMING CALL the phone said, cutting off the picture on the screen. He was jolted back to reality.
“93” he said
“Oh you wish” she replied. The 93 as he called her was a member of the local OTO. He was never sure what to call it was it a branch, chapter, franchise… who the heck knew. All he knew was that is was all Uncle Al all the time there.
“So did you get the news from the Princess?” he asked
“Yea she is freaking out. What the heck is that noise??”
“Sorry the tea kettle was going off. How’s it going?”
“So get this. I’m at the Doctor’s office and while I’m waiting I’m spreading out the Lenormand deck so I can remember what they mean.
“Ok.” He was amused that the bug could hit such a die hard tarot lover. Not that he thought her Thoth deck had anything to worry about.
“And so I’m doing this right, there is a freaking extra card!”
“Another one of Pixie’s?”
“Yea. Oh My Goddess, I didn’t know what to do!”
“Have you told The Princess yet?”
“Yea, she wants us to come up to visit tomorrow.”
“Ok, I work in the morning so I can pick you up about 2:00 that good?”
“Yea, We’ll pick something up to eat on the way.”
“Cool, see you tomorrow then. Oh can you send me a pic of the card you found?”
“Sure”
“Ok, 93”
“What-ev-er.. You don’t even know when to say it.”
“ I know, but I figured that I’ll get it right at some moment and them I’ll have some goetic demons flying out of my butt or something.”
“BYE!!!!-----Bring your Pixie stuff with---oy”
The phone went silent as he finally poured himself a cup of tea. What the heck had they stumbled upon? More importantly would anyone believe them even if they told? BEEP….. The phone had downloaded the latest pic from the deck. He looked at it.