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restless tonight and couldn’t quite put her finger on why. The house was silent, almost painfully so. She washed her bowl, wiped the spotless counter down, and wandered into the dining room, adjusting the angle of a vase as she passed it. She felt the need to look over her right shoulder, which usually meant something was coming. But what? Her spirit guides were uncharacteristically silent.
    After locking the doors on the main floor and continuing to the second, Sunny paused in the turret sitting room to straighten the already razor-sharp edges on her father’s books. It had been his favorite room, looking out toward the Warren Avenue Bridge into East Bremerton. Though he’d been gone for many years, Sunny often stood where he stood and watched the streetlights come on in the dusk, joined shortly thereafter by the twinkling of house lights.
    She wondered how many lovers were out there. True couples who actually liked each other and shared their lives as joyfully as her parents had. She yearned for that closeness, that easy love that filled her childhood home. Was it so hard to find?
    A dark cloud rolled in and blanketed the lights she’d been transfixed by. Storm’s coming .
    She wondered if that was why she was so agitated. When was the last time she’d done a reading for herself? If she had to think about it, then it must have been a long time.
    Sunny changed into a long white nightshirt. She crossed over to her sitting area and pulled a wooden box from the top shelf, taking a moment to run her fingers over the ancient symbols she’d carved into it. Here be Dragons , she automatically translated. This particular deck of tarot cards her father had given her the week before he died. Even if she knew her father’s soul lived on, it still hurt to think of how much she missed him in the physical world. Sunny shuffled her cards and placed her question firmly in her mind. “What’s coming?” Isis jumped onto her lap, and she was glad for the company.
    She pulled random cards out of the deck and lay them in Celtic cross formation, pausing briefly before turning the first card that represented the significator at this moment, in this case, herself. Expecting to see her usual card, The Empress, she was surprised to see The Fool instead. Number zero in the tarot deck, a major arcana card that in simple terms represented a place between, the pause before a transformation. Interesting, she thought, being that she already sensed impending change. She wasn’t sure if it was good or bad yet.
    She turned the next card, representing opposing forces to her question. Death. She felt a tingle of apprehension though she knew it didn’t have to represent danger, but another change, an end of something to make way for something new. Still, it was moving in opposition to her normal life. The third card she turned, representing helpful forces at this time, was The Wheel. Decisions and balance. She continued and turned the fourth card over, representing present events, Eight of Wands—movement and energy. Air represented in the suit of wands as well as her Libra sign. So far, perfect picture of where she was.
    Sunny tapped a fingernail on the card before turning the card in the fifth position, representing her subconscious feelings. The Hermit, another major card and pretty self-explanatory; a space of self-imposed solitude. Sunny needed that state often to decompress.
    Next, number six, the card of past influences. Three of Wands, an air card meaning planning and partnership. Sunny smiled. The card clearly meant her business with her friends, Sisters of Spirits.
    Card number seven, representing a possible immediate future. She paused and felt a small knot form in her stomach. The Tower. Major card of discord and catastrophe. She knew the illustrations on these cards like the back of her hand, yet she stopped to study the details again. She couldn’t remember if she had ever pulled this card from the deck for herself. It was a