Page 9 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming
“I figured it out. I’m picking one card at a time. That’s the mistake you ladies made. Ya’ll were in too big of a rush and you all got that love card.” Bridget schools them.
She flips the card over and it’s the strength card.
“Yes! That’s what I’m talking about.” Bridget cheers.
“For the strength card, you must feed your inner lion and find your footing,” Ukweli tells Bridget.
“Great! That’s what you ladies told me I was doing already.” Bridget smiles.
She rubs her hands together and picks the second card then turns it over.
“The two of cups!” Ukweli excitedly announces.
“What? No! Oh, c’mon cards.” Bridget mopes.
“The two of cups is following you ladies. There’s no sense in running. Love is coming for all of you.”
The group doesn’t look enthused.
“Sorry, Ukweli. It’s just that the dating pool in LA is full of caca.” Lyric explains.
“It’s not too much better down here.” Ukweli nods. “But the cards are telling you what’s to come. It’s up to the four of you to listen.”
Lyric takes in her words and can tell her friends are doing the same by the thoughtful looks on their faces.
Ukweli continues, “thank you for visiting Gifts from Gaia! Make sure you grab some free swag on your way out, ladies, and don’t forget to leave a Yelp review when you find your loves.”
An hour later,the foursome sit in a restaurant booth eating their dinner. They went to one of the most recommended restaurants in New Orleans, and the aroma coming from their table is mouthwatering. Lyric ordered crawfish fettucine, Bridget ordered the gumbo, while Aimee ordered shrimp creole, and Suchi is having red beans and rice.
“You all think there may be some truth to Ukweli’s prediction?” Suchi asks.
“Pffft, nope,” Lyric answers. “I don’t want to take the negative route, especially with a sister, but how do we know she didn’t have multiple two of cups cards in that deck. Face it, we got swindled, Sooch. Live and learn, I guess.”
“Technically, Big Head got swindled,” Bridget adds.
“And it was on his company card. He can just write it off anyway.” Aimee shrugs. “Oh shoot, it’s almost time for the countdown, girls.” She cheers.
The ladies order a bottle of champagne and count down from ten together.
“Ten.”
“Nine.”
“Eight.”
“Seven.”
“Six.”
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One. Happy New Year!”
