It been a rough last few days. We had been lost in NYC for the last few days. We where looking for a clear spot so Miss Tarot can do a reading. I told her I have no problem getting a items to help us. Heck, GPS didn’t ever help.
It finally dawned on a place to go. I asked her if she minded getting wet. She said that it was no problem at all. I just told her to follow me.
The place I remember was a storm tunnel. I used to go there and watch the NYC Bum fights. It was bloody entertaining. The prizes was usually crack, illegal guns, clean food and alcohol. I never fought because I knew I would win and I could get all those items on my own. I have made quite bit of money pit pocketing some of the bums.
When we got there, there was a few bums “sleeping” there. We walked around them. I finally found us spot. When I showed Tarot the spot, She looked at me like I was crazy.
“I can’t do my reading here” She said while pointed to the used drug needles on the ground.
“No Problem” I replied while kicking the needles out of the way.
She shot me a dirty look while she sat down. She pulled out her set of cards from her bag. “Be Quite” she told me as sort her deck. After what seem like twenty minutes, she laid out her spread.
“Well, What do you see” I asked her.
“My card show that the bomb will still go off. There will be an epic battle between two forces. On one side, a power hungry watchmaker. The other side has a set of brothers. Plus, Two families will be united to stop this event. The key to defeating the bomb is a young girl. A sword held by a hero will change everything.”
“Will they save NYC” I asked
“I can’t see what will happen” She said
“Can it least tell me tomorrow’s lottery numbers”
She answered “NO, I am going to try another spread to see what I find”
“While you do that, I am going to see if I can get some bums to fight for my entertainment” I replied.
The lottery numbers are 8 12 19 22 54 45…
don’t ask how I know, and if i’m wrong, well what can you do about it?
Claude, that wasn’t meant to be a dirty look that was me trying to adjust to being out of my element. As for the lottery numbers, well Nathan seems to have beat me to a prediction there, but they won’t do either of us any good if there isn’t a tomorrow for them to be drawn or you or I to cash in the winning ticket. If I can just shake this blasted migraine, maybe I can do something useful.
Migraines are a bad thing to have. I wish you a speedy recovery!
Hi,this is Heidi. Have you or Claude seen my husband? Perhaps you have seen a really cute guy named Peter?
I am searching for both of them. If you have,I would appreciate it if you write me.
My husband is a Congressman
and he really needs to start his new job ASAP!