Nadia is not your typical Card Reader. Over the years, her sixth sense has evolved and now almost equals her natural abilities as a Reader. Often when she reads the cards, she senses vibrations, or observes a Seeker’s aura. She understands the importance of lucky and unlucky numbers in one’s life, and she respects karma. Her clients often ask for her personal guidance because they know she will dispense honest advice if called upon to do so. Aspects of her private life are quite interesting also.

For instance, right now she is twirling and twirling in the middle of her sitting room. Dizzy and out of breath, she collapsed onto the floor. Her head was still buzzing when she heard a key turn in her front door.

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Her son, Dominic, entered – tall, dark, handsome. [What did you expect?] ”Why are you sitting on the floor?”

The bracelet of golden coins she was wearing slid up her arm and jangled as she raised her arm to him. “For heaven’s sake, stop looking at me as if I’ve lost my mind and help me up.” She grabbed his outstretched arm. “And stop laughing.”

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He was laughing and staring. ”I can’t help it. You look silly. What’s with the gypsy outfit? .”

She held onto his shoulders for another few seconds till her head cleared. “I’m a gypsy!”

“Yeah, I think I know you’re a gypsy. But you don’t usually dress like one.”

Nadia smoothed down the ruffles of her colorful skirt and said, “Did you call me silly? You called your mother, silly?”

“Just a figure of speech,” he said, staring down at the costume Nadia was wearing. “Stop avoiding the question–what’s with the getup?”

Her numerous necklaces, charm bracelets and dangling belts jingled as she twisted out of his arms. Averting her eyes from his, she said, “I need to wear it for my dance.”

Dominic pointed to the sofa. “I can see this is going to take a while. Shall we sit?”

[The sofa’s upholstery is a garish print emblazoned with birds, some red, some blue, flying through a forest of trees, while others are perched on branches. A lone toucan’s head can be seen peaking over one of the armrests.

The rest of the room’s furnishings are what you might expect to find if you were visiting a gypsy card reader to seek enlightenment. There are beads hanging in the doorways, a mantle full of statues and candles, and an end table stacked with booklets on varying subjects. A card table with two chairs are usually placed in the center of the room, but, at the moment, they have been moved to a far corner making space for, what I will loosely refer to as, “dance rehearsal.”]

Still panting, Nadia slumped onto the sofa. “Boy, what a workout. I haven’t done that dance in years. Zizi and I made it up when we were kids.”

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