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table form a picture that made sense to me, a small attractive display which gave me that strong feel of story, as if a narrative were about to rise through the edges of the assembled items.
    I began to chew my bottom lip, and I felt my, by now, familiar body stutter—the shake just before the sneeze. I knew at the same time that someone was about to enter the room, but I couldn’t prevent what happened next.
     I made my noise -- like a nasal sneezey aaaphoo, a sound like none other.
    Nothing on the table moved.
    No one had actually entered the room, so once again I picked up the deck of cards and the sparkles blasted up tiny and fiery between my fingers, even more startling than the first time, but I sensed no heat or prickle of any kind and an absolutely amazing thing happened.
    The miniature fireworks formed a tiny sparkling image of Sia that hovered just over the backs of my hands.
    I marveled at Sia’s image.
     “Sia!” I called quietly to her, not wanting to frighten the kitten, unable to take my eyes from the darling little face. I watched in dismay as she began to fade from the tiny sparkling splendor, but the last thing to remain hanging and glittering from the back of the cards was her sweet little mouth grinning back at me.

 

Chapter 8
Queen of Pentacles: A Good Business Woman
    I had the strongest urge to retrieve that phone number Devon gave me and give him a call.  Where was he? If he was in the bathroom, in the shop, I’d hear his ringing phone.  I retrieved his number and time fast forwarded on me. I pulled out my phone, typed in his number, held it to my ear, listened to it ring and after the third ring, I thought, wait a minute, what am I doing? I put the phone down on the table, too late.
    “Jane? ”
    I stared at my phone as if it was a rat. “Oh, eff off.” Again, the sound of a flushing toilet came from behind a closet door. This rather rude noise snapped me back to reality. I heard a door quietly close, and I expected to see the shop owner appear from the small washroom in back, instead, Devon walked out.
    “Here I am,” he said holding out his arms.
    I looked from the phone to him; he was actually in the room and not in the phone. He wore a white ribbed wife-beater undershirt. His chest tattoos seemed alive and vivid with color. He looked in great shape. His pipes were well worked out, so much so, that the veins in his biceps popped. Before I uttered another word Devon joined me at the table, took my hand, and turned it as if to read my palm; he traced a few lines with his finger then lifted my fingers to his mouth and sensually sucked on one. I loved it !
    Devon made crazy love to my fingers, hand and arm. He worked his way up to my shoulder, and face until he loomed over me, as if he wanted to make out with me right then and there. I raised my free hand to stop his seduction, but once again, I seemed trapped in his spell.
    I stood and attempted to leave, then hesitated and sat back down, feeling conflicted.
    I barely managed to maintain control of myself; I was so thrilled by his touch and yet, strangely offended by his brashness.   In that moment, I found myself slipping my free hand around his neck, and pulling him to me. I kissed him passionately. His lip ring clacked gently against my teeth. At the same time I didn’t want to kiss him, yet, I couldn’t stop myself. 
    “Where’s Sia?” I asked through the passionate kisses.
    “All in good time, Jane,” he growled.  
    The next thing I knew we were into it. Kissing heavily, licking faces like ice-cream cones. His five o’clock shadow scratched me as I rubbed against it. His cologne, subtle and warm went straight to my brain, making me want more of him. I don’t know how he managed to lean across the table and pull my sweater from my shoulders. In moments he’d found my bra and slipped my arm free of one strap. Then I tore his wife-beater away from his torso, exposing his six-pack and that little line of hair that dives