Page 128 of Turnabout Is Fair Cosplay
“The Four of Wands.” I point to the top card.
“That’s the Four of Cups,” Julie whispers.
“Right, the Four of Cups means that you have unfinished business in your past.” I pause for dramatic effect.
“Very interesting,” Portia says.
“Oh.” I cock my head. “Look at that. It’s upside down.”
“No, it’s not,” Mom says.
Julie rotates the card. “Now it is.”
“The reverse Four of Cups means that this unfinished business is a quest of some sort.” I slowly drum my fingers on the table. “The Page of Swords below the significator means that you have supported for years people you love and that now it is their turn to support you in the completion of this quest.”
I point to the other cards on the table. “The King of Wands is determined to see you victorious in this new effort.”
“That’s the Page of Wands,” Mom says.
“Exactly. The Four of Pentacles—”
“Six of Pentacles,” Portia corrects.
“Six of Pentacles means that hard work lies ahead, but if we look here.” I tap the deck and flip over an additional card and add it to the base of the cross. “We also see that in the past you’ve laid a foundation of determination and ability.” I lean back thoughtfully.
“What can it mean?” Portia says in a misty voice.
“Yes, Bea. Tell us what it means,” Julie says, except her voice sounds comically, farcically spooky.
Mom scoffs. “It means nothing. She misidentified more than half the cards.”
“Molly, be supportive,” Portia snaps.
Mom sighs. “Fine.”
I flip over three more cards, and shoot, if I know what any of them mean, but it doesn’t matter. I know what I’m going to say. My gaze snaps up to Mom’s. “You should go to law school.”
Julie gasps, but my gaze doesn’t leave Mom. “You may be scared. But we support you. We believe in you.”
“I should go to law school.” Mom folds her arms and leans back. She sniffs, but if I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s an effort to repress a chuckle.
I didn’t know how this was going to go over. I knew the possibility of hurt and overwhelm existed—they’re definitely things I’ve felt after being on the receiving end of one of my mom’s tarot readings. But Mom looks…amused. “Is this what it feels like when I read your fortune?”
“Pretty much,” I mutter.
“Worse, I think,” Julie chimes in. “At least Bea’s reading was direct.”
“Short and sweet,” Portia says.
“Just like her.” Mom gives my hand a squeeze. “George,” she calls. “Beatrice says the cards are telling me to go to law school.”
“And you should,” Julie says.
“You absolutely should,” Portia agrees.
Dad walks out onto the patio, holding Eaton in one arm and a slice of pie with his free hand. “Have the cards told you where to apply? Because with your LSAT scores, you could go anywhere.” He sets the pie in front of Mom.
Wait…
