by Jean Tennant
Fran’s daughter, Mick, couldn’t understand why her mother kept Tarot cards in the bottom of her closet. Had she once used the cards? It didn’t seem like something her mom would do. But there they were, in a beautifully carved box.
The cards felt special to Mick; she learned how to use them and was soon reading her friends’ minds, predicting their futures. But this was no ordinary deck of cards.